Legion (The Dark in You #11) Read Online Suzanne Wright

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Mafia, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: The Dark in You Series by Suzanne Wright
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
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“Be flattered in your office. I’m good to go. So hold off on the warn-Draya-to-behave talk, yeah?”

With a long, put-out sigh, he stood and held out his hand. “Fine, I’ll have one of my sentinels speak with her instead so I can go fuck you. But I have to say I’m feeling very used right now.”

Naomi felt a smile tug at her lips. “Oh, you made a funny. I didn’t think you could. Go, you.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“Why do you always talk about nursery rhymes when you’re smashed?” Devon griped, plopping a thin napkin over a condensation ring on the table.

Khloë’s spine snapped straight, but then it promptly wilted as she swayed. Setting down her colorful cocktail, she glared at the hellcat beside her and lifted a finger. “A, I ain’t smashed. Two, I don’t always mention them. And before you try to argue that, don’t try to argue that. Last of all” —her brows flitting together, she looked across the table at Larkin—“what was I talking ’bout before?”

Dipping her hand into a bowl of pretzels she’d swiped from the bar, Larkin weakly shrugged one shoulder. “Something about a dude called Humphrey sitting on a wall. I wasn’t really listening, to be honest.”

Khloë gasped, slapping a hand to her chest. “Why wouldn’t you listen to me? I have such intriguing, thought-provoking, fascinating things to say.”

“When?” Devon challenged.

The imp cast her yet another glare. “Every damn second.”

Resting her head on the hellcat’s shoulder, Harper snorted at her cousin. “Five minutes ago, you claimed we’re all stuck in a reality TV show watched by aliens from Mars.”

“Venus,” corrected Raini, who had her feet up on Harper’s lap.

The sphinx raised her head and looked at Raini. “What?”

“She said they’re on Venus,” the blonde elaborated. “I know ’cause I remember mentally chewing over whether Venus was a Greek goddess or a Roman goddess.”

“Roman,” Naomi told her.

Raini pointed a plastic drink stirrer at her. “Gracias.”

“What does any of that have to do with little ole Humpty?” demanded Khloë.

Nabbing a pretzel from Larkin’s bowl, Piper frowned at the imp. “Don’t you mean Humphrey?”

“No.” Groaning, Khloë turned to Naomi. “They don’t listen to me, Nome,” she whined. “It’s almost like they’re not interested in anything I say.”

Naomi patted her shoulder. “It’s not that they aren’t interested—”

“It is,” objected Devon, straight-faced. “It absolutely is.”

Khloë flipped her the finger. “Fuck off home to your evil spawn.”

Sitting up straight, Devon let out a dramatic horrified gasp. “You take that back. Anaïs is not evil.”

Khloë pursed her lips. “We could go with ‘callous’. ‘Homicidal’. ‘Princess of darkness’.”

Ella almost choked on her drink, shooting Naomi a look of gratitude as she lightly pounded a fist on the redhead’s back.

Devon leaned toward the imp. “Anaïs is not evil.”

“It doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” Khloë told her.

The hellcat’s brows drew together. “How could it not be a bad thing?”

Khloë shook her head. “You’re so closed-minded.”

Snorting to herself, Naomi idly glanced around. The Xpress bar was something of an upscale hot spot here in the Underground. She wasn’t terribly fond of the neon strobe lights, but she otherwise liked the place. The DJ was class, the vibe was upbeat, and the drinks were good, albeit potent.

Occasional laughs or shouts rang out, piercing the blasting music. Smells were plentiful—perfume, cologne, beer, spirits, citrus. Every table and booth was crowded, as was the dance floor. Many people sat on the stools lining the long bar, including Konstantin. She’d invited him to join them at the table, but he’d politely declined.

Admittedly tipsy, she currently had a nice buzz going on. Felt all warm and floaty and tingly.

She took a swig from her highball glass, frowning as she realized . . . “It’s empty. Crap.”

Khloë slid a small glass toward her. “Have another shot.”

Larkin grimaced at Naomi. “I wouldn’t recommend ’em unless you like the taste of paint stripper.”

“You’ve tasted paint stripper?” Khloë jerked back. “Ew. Ain’t gonna lie, that’s just weird—and I have a super high tolerance for weird.”

Larkin tossed another pretzel into her mouth, her hand so unsteady she almost missed. “That’s easy to sense. I mean, you don’t think of yourself or Teague as odd. Which is like whoa.”

“How can you call him that? He’s your mate.”

“Still an odd motherfucker.”

Devon cocked her head at Larkin as she cut in, “I would never have pictured you with someone like Teague, but you two suit so well.”

Larkin’s face softened. “Aw. Samesies with you and Tanner. A hellcat and a hellhound? I wouldn’ta seen that coming.”

Ella nudged Naomi gently. “I remember the times I’d go out for drinks with the girls before I met Viper. Being the only unmated female at the table made me feel a little excluded.”

Hearing the question there, Naomi assured her, “It doesn’t affect me one way or the other.”

“Probably ’cause you’re not exactly single,” mused Ella. “I know you and Luka ain’t in a full-on relationship, but I hope that changes. He’s different with you. And so stingy with details when I ask him about you! As if he’s, like, possessive of them or something.”


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