Page 33 of Blood Bound (Blood Mafia 3)

Chapter Eight

Grayson

I slip into Demi’s apartment, surprised she hasn’t noticed me with her supe senses. She’s on the phone, talking to Lexi. Demi puts on a good front but the sorrow in her tone is painfully obvious.

“Yeah, okay. I promise. Love you too, Lex.” Demi hangs up. “Are you going to come in or lurk in the hallway?”

“I thought you didn’t hear me.”

She shrugs. “I wasn’t worried about you coming in.” Turning her head to face me, she smiles. “Come sit with me.”

I hold up the coffee, loving the way her face lights up when she spots it. “I brought you a morning gift.”

“You’re my favorite.” She scoots over so I can take the spot next to her. “Odin must really love humans to give them coffee.”

“Odin?” I ask, nudging her side. “What about God?”

“Semantics, they all love us, right?” She sips the coffee and sighs. “Don’t stop,” she whispers before taking another drink.

“You’re cute, you know that?”

“Ha. Thanks.”

Typically she’d hit me with a verbal jab, but the sadness from before is lingering beneath the surface, threatening to break through.

“Mateo chartered a jet to New York, we leave later this morning.”

“What are we walking into?”

I drop my arm over her shoulder and pull her into my side, smiling when she comes willingly. “It’ll be a shit show. Mateo’s sending a handful of squadrons ahead of us on commercial flights. We’ll have a team of about sixty.”

“How many does Sisco have?”

Grimacing, I squeeze her shoulder. “More than that, but most of his men hate him. We won’t go in with everyone, we’ll take the easy approach first, if he’s difficult, we’ll hit him with force.”

She lays her head on my shoulder. “What time do we leave?”

“We’ll leave here at eleven.”

“Do you want to watch some crappy show with me and cuddle?”

I’m not exactly sure why her question makes me smile, but I grin like a fool. “Obviously.”

“You sound like David. I know what we’re watching.” She extracts herself from my hold, grabs the remote, and plops onto the couch. “Have you ever seenSchitt’s Creek?”

“No, but if you like it, I’m sure I will.”

She lies down and pats the cushion. “You’re the big spoon.”

“If you insist, tiger.” I crawl over her and settle in, placing one arm around her waist.

“I hate that nickname,” she murmurs.

Kissing her neck, I say, “No you don’t,” and kiss her cheek. “You love it.”

She finds the show and starts it. I notice she doesn’t disagree with me and I kiss her cheek again.

“Love ya, tiger.”

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