Page 18 of You Can't Fight Lightning
“That’s in…” I struggled to remember my U.S. geography. The guidebook had a section about this. “South Dakota?”
“Where are you from?”
“Mount Olympus.” I decided to toss out the truth and see what happened.
“He’s telling the truth. He’s got the stink of old god on him.” A cool voice spoke from the shadows. The blonde vampire moved into the light, although it was hard to see how her feet moved. Watching her come closer, I thought how vampires had gotten extraordinarily graceful. In my time, they’d been more horrific, more savage.
This vampire’s savagery was there, but it was controlled, and contained. Like if she ate you, she’d use a napkin.
“Really?” Delilah looked to the vampire.
What had she called her? Tuesday?
Tuesday nodded.
“Which god are you?” Delilah turned to me without missing a beat, barely taking a breath.
So much for being impressed with the gods of Olympus.
“Zeus.”
“No way!” She laughed again, then stopped when she saw my face. “You’re serious.”
I nodded.
“Really?”
I lifted a hand, and a small bolt of lightning hit the desk.
To her credit, Delilah didn’t even jump, although her eyes widened.
Tuesday was at my side, her hand on my neck before I could even say something smart assed. Her fangs were bared.
Carefully, I pushed Tuesday away from me. “You wouldn’t like what you tasted. Trust me.”
“Then stop threatening my human.” Her words came out in a growl. I didn’t think Delilah could hear her.
“That wasn’t a threat. Merely a demonstration.”
“Demonstrate less.”
I held up my hands. I wasn’t here to fight. I was trying to take my mind off my problems, not get involved in some supernatural incident.
Tuesday slid away, almost back into the shadows. But not far enough away that she couldn’t go for my throat again.
“Why are you here?” Delilah hadn’t moved. Her feet were still on the desk, and her hands were crossed in her lap. She didn’t seem bothered by any of Tuesday’s actions.
“Honestly, I found the place in a guidebook. That isn’t a lie. I’m taking a tour on my motorcycle.”
“What do you have?”
“A white pearl Fat Boy, with some custom work.”
She nodded. “Good choice. Why do you need to make a mortal fall in love with you?”
Gods. I’d hoped she missed that. “Because I want her.”
Delilah made a disgusted face. “Does she have to fall in love? I mean, can’t you just hook up, or something? Something less permanent?”
