Page 6 of Dancing with My Elf
She grimaced. “Sorry, it wasn’t planned, or I would have given you a heads up. We got a call at the Network and headed over to investigate. Trust me, I did not want to see that.”
I motioned down my torso with both hands. “What, this? Are you telling me my body that I work very hard to present aesthetically offends you?” I teased. Save for my sugary cereal addiction, but I’d work that off after breakfast at the gym. A guy in my line of work had to take care of his appearance.
“No, of course not,” Nova said. “But you know… It’s weird.”
Amused at making her squirm, I laughed. Then, her earlier explanation captured my attention. “Wait, what do you mean about investigate? What’s going on?”
Nova sighed. “We had an anonymous call about a possible demon sighting at the club.”
I straightened. “A demon?”
“Yeah. We didn’t find any signs, so hopefully, it’s nothing. But Zoe would like to talk to you today.”
My dragon perked up at the mention of Zoe. I ignored him. He was not going to push me into flapping around like a drunken peacock again.
“About what?” I asked.
“I think to see if you noted any strange occurrences.”
I smirked. “Strange occurrences are the norm, not the exception.”
Nova tipped her chin down and narrowed her gaze. “You know what I mean, Lucas.”
“Not really.”
Nova pushed her hair behind her ears. “She probably wants to ask you about demons.”
I snorted. “I don’t know anything about that. In fact, I’m the only person in this house who has zero experience with the things.”
“But you work at a club where one was spotted.”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “We can’t have them messing with business.”
She motioned at me. “Then help us stop it.”
“How?”
“Talk to Zoe.”
My pulse shot up a notch. “Okay.” I motioned around us. “Tell her she’s welcome to come here.”
“Thanks. I’ll call her.” Nova returned to her apartment.
After she left, my dragon started up again, flapping around in excitement at the prospect of seeing Zoe again.
What is wrong with you? She’s just a woman.
No, mate.
We don’t have a mate, and we never will.
My dragon snorted. I filled a bowl with sugary cereal and drowned it with milk. Then I carried it to the table and began to chow down.
Sebastian entered the house. He wore a blue plaid button-down shirt that was untucked over jeans and his dark beard was trimmed. He stared at my bowl and frowned. “Why do you eat that crap when there are so many other better breakfast options?”
“Because it tastes good.” I took a hearty spoonful. Sugary cereal with zero nutritional value was an indulgence I didn’t want to quit, so I justified it to myself by working out most days right after breakfast.
“Where are you coming from?” I asked him.
