Page 100 of Savage Blood
Twenty-Four
Wrath,sitting across the faux stone table, tapped the lowball glass in front of me. “Don’t you like your cocktail?”
The tangy, spicy vodka concoction sat untouched, the ice melting and glass sweating.
“Oh, I love it.” I took a sip and smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes.
Slow, sultry music pumped through the speakers at Wrath & Ruin tonight as lights bounced over the cave-like décor, making the indigo and violet geodes sparkle. Patrons dressed in flashy, scandalous outfits danced and gathered at the tall cocktail tables and the booths along the walls.
Sweat and lust mixed with alcohol and desperation—and hunger. Red irises popped along the crowd, vampires looking for a willing victim while dark fae inhaled the sexual energy throbbing in the atmosphere. The demons also searched for a soul to sip.
The new demon lord of Savannah leaned back in the booth. “You seem distracted.”
Understatement.
Reese’s words from the bonfire still haunted me.It’s not fully protected. You have a key to the gate.
What freaking gate?
“I just have a lot on my mind,” I muttered and then sipped my drink again.
Wrath dragged his fingers through his blue hair and nudged Logan, who sat beside him. “You’re not the only one.”
The other high demon was unusually quiet, his head bowed as he focused on the page in front of him.
“What’s with the coloring book, Logan?” I asked, unable to hide the humor in my voice. Watching a demon, even him, partake in arts and crafts was bizarre.
He shrugged and grabbed a green crayon out of the box on the table. “It helps me focus.”
“Does it have to be Disney princesses or would any coloring book work?”
A grin curved his lips. “I love Disney princesses. If they were real, they’d love me too. In fact, they’d probably fight over me.”
I chuckled and tapped the page he was working on. “Is Rapunzel fromTangledyour favorite?”
“We definitely share the same chaotic energy, and I’ve used a frying pan as a weapon before.” He grabbed a pink crayon and used it to fill in her dress with smooth strokes. “Of course, I could also be the charming swashbuckler Flynn Rider.”
Wrath leaned toward him. “Tear me out a page. I want to color one too.”
“Who do you want?” Logan flipped through the book and stopped when Wrath slapped his hand on a page depicting Sleeping Beauty.
“Auroa will do just fine,”Wrath said.
Logan tore out the page and then turned his attention to me, the lights dancing on his gold-brown locks. “Want to join?”
I tossed my hands in the air. “Sure. I can’t be the odd man out.”
As Logan tore out a page of Ariel fromThe Little Mermaid, I couldn’t help but smile. When I agreed to go to the supernatural club with Charla, Alicia, and Kourtney, coloring pictures of princesses with two powerful high demons while the girls gyrated together on the dance floor was not how I pictured my evening turning out.
“Is she your favorite?” I jerked my chin toward Wrath’s page.
“Taking a long, relaxing nap while everyone else fights the battles and overcomes evil? That sounds amazing.” He winked and plucked a blue crayon from the box. “Plus, who wouldn’t want to wake up to a kiss from a handsome prince?”
My heart clenched as some of the light faded from Wrath’s eyes. He’d lost the love of his life, and no matter how much blame his brother had in Warin’s death, I was responsible too. I physically killed him.
I grabbed a green crayon and colored Ariel’s tail as sand filled my mouth. Unable to choke the thickness down, my voice was hoarse when I spoke again.
“So, Logan, what’s giving that brilliant, chaotic brain of yours problems?”
