Page 130 of Daman
“I don’t know about you fuckers, but I need a strong drink after that shitshow.” Castor stood from the love seat. “Let’s hit Krave tonight.”
“I’m in,” Bellamy said.
“Same,” Raiden added. “After I eat. Pizza should be done soon.”
An hour later, we drove to the outskirts of town, passing woods and abandoned warehouses, before arriving at the nightclub. I grabbed Warrin’s hand as we approached the front door. Nick, the bouncer, nodded as we passed him.
“I’m going to need to see some ID,” he then said to Gray, smirking.
Gray jumped up and wrapped his arms around the bouncer’s thick neck, grinning from ear to ear. “I was away for three whole days. Did you miss me?”
I shook my head at Gray and led Warrin farther inside. The atmosphere thrilled me. It had been so long since I’d felt the deep bass pounding in my chest. My body started moving to the music, and Warrin flashed a bashful smile as I lured him onto the dance floor.
“I regret to say I haven’t improved much since the last time we danced,” my big, sexy dragon said with a blush.
Grinning, I faced away from him and placed his hands on my hips. “Just sway with me.”
We danced through three songs, two upbeat and one slower. He was much better than he gave himself credit for. Eyes found us as we danced. I felt the attention and reveled in it. People saw us together and became envious—they wanted me, wanted Warrin, coveted our soul-deep connection.
As the next song started, I guided us over to the bar and ordered drinks: a club soda for him and a cherry vodka with ambrosia for me.
“There’s my bitchy angel boy,” Taeden said, sidling up next to me at the bar.
“I’m not your anything.” A thrill went through me when Warrin slid his arm around my waist. “Meet my husband.”
Taeden smirked. “Damn, you’re big.”
Warrin only stared at him, blue eyes cold as ice.
The reaper returned his gaze to me. “Gotta admit, it sucks you’re off the market. But damn if I’m not happy for you.”
“Thanks. That actually means a lot.”
Taeden saw a pretty Fae boy and wandered off after him. In the past, that would’ve pissed me off. But it didn’t bother me at all. I only had eyes for one person.
“He was handsome,” Warrin said.
I cupped his cheek. “Not as handsome as you.”
He placed his hand over mine, love shining in his eyes. Envy purred, the vibrations reverberating through my chest.
“Let’s dance,” I said.
He smiled and swept me up in his arms, taking me to the dance floor.
We planned to return home in the morning. We needed to inform the king about what happened in Hoia Baciu—more detail than the brief summary Warrin had given him over the phone—and strategize our movements going forward. More defenses had to be put in place for when Asa came for my head, because like his father, he wouldn’t take kindly to being bested.
But for now?
We danced.
***
Saturday nights used to be spent spinning around on a stripper pole and shaking my ass for random men. Now, I sat in front of the fire, tablet in hand and cuddling into my husband’s side as he read a book beside me.
“More vampires?” I asked, nodding to his Kindle. I’d bought it for him after we returned home as a late Christmas present, and his excitement over it had warmed me from the inside out.
My heart melted at his shy smile. “No. Aliens this time.”
