Page 34 of Shock

“Seer,” we both say and laugh.

“Whip will bring up your bag.” I arch my eyebrow.

“I’m assuming that’s the prospect from earlier. Do I even want to know?” Cowboy shakes his head sadly.

“Exactly, you really don’t. Rest, see you soon.” I nod and open the door.

“It’s fucking gorgeous in here.” I hear Cowboy laugh before his door opens and closes next door.

Seer has always had a peculiar sense of style. So I know immediately he decorated this room. It’s a cross between Steam Punk and Gothic. The walls are painted black with gold accents. The four-poster bed is wrought iron with burgundy and gold bedding. There’s a black writing table and a velvet black couch.

“This room is fit for a vampire.” I smile to myself and close the door.

I pull out my cell and lay down on the bed, which is so soft you’d think you were floating on a cloud.

I dial Diego and sigh when it goes straight to voicemail.

I drop it next to my head and close my eyes for a moment. I’m startled awake by a knock on my door.

“Shit, come in!” I sit up and can’t believe I fell asleep so fucking fast.

“Hey, sleepy head.” I frown now noticing the light in the room is different.

“You missed breakfast and lunch.” Cowboy leans on the door frame and crosses his arms.

“Fuck, seriously?” I glance at the phone, which is now dead.

“Up. Go shower. We’re going for Gumbo.” My stomach rumbles at the mention of food.

I pull off my jacket, and Cowboy straightens. Right, the holsters.

“Just a precaution.” He nods and points to the ensuite.

“Can you plug this up?” He reaches for my phone and takes it.

“Hurry, or we’ll be waiting all fucking night.” I nod, quickly find my bag, and head to clean up.

I’m in the shower with a head full of shampoo when I hear my ringtone.

“Hello,” shit why is he answering my phone.

“Hannah, Love, Diego is on the line. He’d like to know who the fuck I am.” Fucking Cowboy!

“Kooper, I swear to God.” I rinse the shampoo out of my hair and grab a towel.

“Careful now, you’re all wet.” I look around for something to throw at him, but everything is new and too nice.

“GIVE ME MY PHONE!” He laughs as he hands it to me.

“Now you hurry, Love. Our dinner reservation won’t wait.” I slam the door closed behind him and raise the phone to my ear.

“Hi,” It comes out shy and timid.

The growl on the other side of the call is neither.

“Who the fuck is Kooper, and why is he seeing you wet?” I swallow hard.

“He’s a dead man walking.”

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