Page 58 of Daring Her Vampires
“Does she know you?” I ask.
“No. She’s fun to watch.”
“Excuse me?” I growl.
“There are cameras everywhere. Are you alright with sharing with Luca?”
“Shade, you are infuriating.”
“I get that a lot.”
“We are fine with sharing,” I sigh, knowing I won’t get information from him unless he permits it.
“She is an amazing woman and deserves mates.” He pauses. “Are you sure you can handle her?”
“Yes,” I grit out.
“Treat her well,” he says sternly.
“Shade,” I chuckle. “How can I call you a friend? Every day, I realize how little I know about you.”
“How much do we really know about anyone?” he asks.
“Do you know the witch, Mara?”
“No. I told you. I don’t interfere with witches.”
“Yet you think it’s a good plan,” I guess. He would have voiced his opinion otherwise.
“Sure. Just don’t piss her off.”
“I’ll try,” I say dryly.
“I’m monitoring the area. I’ll let you know if I spot Fredrick. He’s hidden in the shadows for years—he’s good.”
“Like you?”
“Tell Sally hello from me,” he continues. “Quinn isn’t giving you a hard time? Or Micah? Sally is loved by all.”
“We have it handled.”
“Watch out for Bash. He pretends he finds her annoying.”
“Should I tell all of them that you watch them?” I ask.
“Like they could do anything about it,” he mutters.
“I’m done talking in circles,” I hiss.
“Night, friend.” He ends the call.
He’s fucking annoying. I didn’t realize he was so involved in the lives of everyone here. I knew he was in business with Quinn. It seems like we’ve been here longer than we have, but we haven’t gotten to know Sally’s family. Shade has never revealed what kind of shifter he is, and I haven’t asked. I assumed if he wanted to tell me, he would. I don’t care as long as his information is solid and the paycheck is good. At the club, I was concentrating on Sally and adjusting to being around so many different shifters. I didn’t pay attention to the dragons.
“Boyfriend,” Sally hums, and I turn. When she calls us that, it makes me laugh and get hard at the same time.
“Did I wake you?” I ask, putting my phone in my pocket.
“No, but I was worried when I rolled over.”
