Page 46 of Alpha Power

Zamorra sighed. This was exactly what she was talking about. Cryptic responses to her questions. And he wondered why she wasn't jumping to share her story with him.

"What did you and Thaddeus say to each other back there?"

"Nothing of importance."

"Then why couldn't you say it in English?" She asked, arching an eyebrow.

Luther smirked, that playful side she had briefly glimpsed earlier slowly re-appearing. "Why indeed?"

She groaned. "Will you ever answer my questions properly?"

"Yes. When you answer mine."

"I already told you, I'll answer yours if you answer mine."

"Ah yes, your tat for tat game."

"Tit. It's tit for tat."

His dark eyes shot to her chest, his lips curved up in a devilish grin. "Even better."

Zamorra felt her face heat up, her pulse skyrocket. She knew she was blushing, knew he could hear her heartbeat pick up and she hated it. Hated that he could see how easily he affected her. She couldn't control her body's reaction to him, but she could control how she handled it.

"Right," she gulped. "Well, I'm not telling you shit until I get something first."

Luther chuckled, a small smile on his face as he pulled over and shut off the engine. He rested one of his arms on the back of her seat, a heated look in his eyes. "You will tell me," he whispered. He picked up a lock of her hair, twirling it around his finger. "Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But one day, you will tell me all of your secrets."

Her breath hitched, her body tingling with desire as he drew closer and closer. "You're- you're-"

"I'm?" He cocked his head to the side.

As hard as it was for her to do, especially since she was more pent up than a horny teenager, she placed her hands on his chest, his muscles tensing under her fingertips, and pushed. "You're too close." She couldn't think properly. Not with him close enough to kiss, to touch. If she was going to keep her head screwed on, she had to put a little distance between them, at least for now.

He let her push him back. She was positive that if he didn't want to move, she wouldn't have been able to make him budge. He gave her a sly smile. "But I like being close to you."

She rolled her eyes. "Stow it, Casanova. I thought we were going to go eat."

Luther chuckled. "We are." He stepped out of the car and used his vampire speed to blur to her side, opening her door and offering a hand.

She took it and climbed out, looking at her surroundings with trepidation, trying to figure out where the hell Luther had taken her.

Her eyes locked onto a massive, illuminated sign hanging above the entryway of a large, gothic-style house and she froze, her heartbeat kicking up a notch. "You can't be serious," she breathed in shock.

Luther gave her a wicked smile, flashing his fangs. "Deadly."

DeVos. One of the most famous and not to mention highly exclusive vampire establishments in the world. She knew only bits and pieces about it, info she'd picked up over the years while living on the streets.

It was strictly a vampire-only zone. There were rumours of deadly Wards placed all around to keep it protected against unwanted guests. A mage drifter passing through town had once told her a story of a demon who tried to sneak in. His whole body exploded from the inside out the second his foot past the threshold. Something like that would have required an extremely powerful mage.

All mages were capable of casting Wards; protection spells that could be placed on anything the mage wanted to keep protected. A building. An item. Even a person. But the strength of that spell depended on how powerful the mage was. A low-level mage could have never cast such a powerful spell, which meant DeVos had either a high level or master level mage. Like Thaddeus.

Zamorra had come across her fair share of Wards over the years. Some, she was able to sense before running into them. Others, she wasn't so lucky. She could still feel the bruises on her skin from when those Wards had knocked her flat on her ass.

"This is insane," she hissed, staring at the large, illuminated sign.

The house itself had a real Victorian era vibe, with its stone exterior, the steeply pitched roof and the pointed arch used for the windows and doors. There were two octagonal towers on each side, with a dark decorative trim around the edges and a large wrap-around porch with ornamental spindles. It reminded her of those Victorian homes from the early 1900s, though looking at the sheer size of the place, she had a feeling it was much more than what it seemed.

Luther grasped her hand and began walking towards the porch, dragging her along.

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