Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Yeah. Do you think he’s going to flip when he sees you?”
Antonio shrugs. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” He pulls into a gas station. “Ryder, either. I don’t know why he didn’t just clock Leo on the face and take him to a motel to sleep it off.”
“I thought the same,” I confess. Monsters and demons are no problem but his drunk friend is where he calls for backup? It doesn’t really make sense. Antonio gets out of the SUV and I go around, getting in the driver’s side. “I’ll come back as soon as I can.”
“You better.”
I let out a snort of laughter and then reach for my purse. “Here,” I tell Antonio, giving him cash since he doesn’t have his phone or wallet. “Last thing we need is you getting in trouble for loitering or something.”
“Hah. Right. Good luck.”
“Thanks,” I say and close the door. It only takes me a few minutes to get to the bar, and I park in the back of the parking lot. I slip my bag over my shoulder as I get out, locking the G-Wagon and hurrying inside. The bar is crowded, and it just then hits me that I don’t even know what day of the week it is.
I show the bouncer my ID and go inside, thinking it might take me a minute to find Leo. I’m wrong, and it’s because he’s trying to pick a fight with two guys dressed in all black. They dressed in what has been dubbed “vampire fashion”, appearing like old-timey vampires from black and white movies.
“Oh, Leo,” I sigh under my breath. Ryder spots me and waves. I lift my hand and press a smile, and then notice a girl standing behind them. I recognize her but can’t recall her name. She’s a hunter as well, and she and Ryder dated briefly before we did.
And now I know why Ryder called me to rush to my brother’s aid. It wasn’t really about me helping Leo because he was drunk and it was unmanageable. Nope. It was so I could see him with a girl. So fucking mature.
“Leo,” I shout, talking over the music. I step in between him and the wanna-be vampires. “Hey. Time to get you out of here.”
“You should listen to your girlfriend,” one of the wanna-be vamps says. “Pretty little thing she is.”
“Shut up,” I say, turning and giving him the side eye. “Unless you want there to be trouble.”
“I’d like to see what kind of trouble we can get into,” he replies and wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“Don’t fucking hit on my sister,” Leo slurs and tries to push past me.
Ryder comes over and puts his hand on Leo’s shoulder, which only makes Leo angry. It takes a bit of pushing and shoving, but Ryder and I manage to get Leo away from the two guys. We head toward the back of the bar, thinking it’ll be quicker and easier to go out the employee door and not have to try and weave a very drunk and angry Leo through the crowd of people, who are mostly here to watch a live band, apparently.
There’s a long hall behind the bar, leading into the kitchen, an employee area, and the parking lot. Of course, the door for that is at the very end of the hall, and Leo is becoming combative again.
“Don’t make me cast a sleeping spell on you,” I grunt as I grab Leo’s wrist, wincing from the pain it causes my injured left hand.
Leo mumbles something unintelligible to me, that might be asking about Toni, but I’m not sure. We’re almost to the door when the wanna-be vamps come bursting into the hall. They’re drunk too, and they have no idea how fucking annoyed they’re making me right now.
“You gonna leave before you settle our tab?” one of the guys asks and Leo turns, bringing his hands up. If my hand wasn’t wrapped in a bandage and hurting like a motherfucker, I wouldn’t have lost my hold. But I do, and Leo makes an impressively quick getaway considering how drunk he is. But then he stumbles at the last minute, stopping short to avoid hitting a yellow mop bucket. He catches himself against the wall and one of the guys goes to punch him square in the jaw. Neither Ryder nor I are close enough to physically intervene.
Instead, I throw my hand out, telekinetically stopping the guy’s fist from smacking Leo’s face. This time, using power like this comes easily to me. I push the guy’s fist back, and his whole body scoots a few inches. His eyes widen in shock and his buddy stands there, looking confused.
Ryder grabs Leo, pulling him back. Thankfully, Leo doesn’t resist this time.
The guy lowers his hand, looking at his fingers for a moment and then at me.“How the hell did you do that?”