“Aaron Sinclair.” Darius’s voice cut through our whispered conversation. “Nonstop nightmares, eh?” Aaron’s grin grew wicked. His eyes, one iris brown and one pale white-the result of an injury that had left a scar running from his temple to his cheekbone-lit with amusement. “If it weren’t for you, I’d have nonstop nightmares.” “How to reassure the magic-less human.” I beamed at Ezra. Seriously, Ezra could convince me the earth was flat if he talked long enough. His meltingly smooth voice rolled over me, soothing as always. If a vampire ever bites you, our healers will know exactly how to fix it.” The third man, sitting on Aaron’s other side, turned on his stool. I didn’t know if he could stop a vampire’s rotting heart with his electramage powers, but he could snap one in half with his martial arts skills. Not that he had anything to worry about either. A vampire bite increases your chances of converting by forty percent.” The guy lounging on the stool beside Aaron cast a look my way. Why wasn’t I surprised that the unfairly powerful pyromage saw no need for concern? He could roast his attackers into crispy piles of undead ash. A whole nest could chew on you and you’d be fine.
Vampire bites aren’t a death sentence or anything. I glanced around to make sure no one was listening in. “Go ahead,” Aaron murmured as Darius continued his lecture on PPE. His blue eyes sparkled mischievously, the color heightened by his tousled copper-red locks. The man perched on a stool with his back to the bar, elbows braced against the wooden top, angled his head to bring me into view. “Vampire bites are no laughing matter, which you can attest to, Cameron.”Īs Cameron coughed awkwardly and more snickers erupted, my humor faltered. New record.ĭarius’s mouth twitched but he didn’t break. We’d managed to go six minutes without a wisecrack. Laughter rang through the room, and I noted the time. “Keanu Reeves just called,” someone said in a mock whisper. The fifty other people in the pub watched Darius with equal solemnity, their unbroken attention a sure reflection of the gravity of. No one was looking at me, but I nodded gravely just in case. Leather may not be the most comfortable choice in summer, but it’s necessary.” “Your personal style takes a backseat to safety. “We’ve had several incidents this month that the proper selection of PPE could have prevented.” He stretched out a shiny sleeve. Biting the inside of my cheek, I fought back a snigger. I looked from the goth-lord coat to Darius’s somber gray eyes, set in a handsome face with chiseled features and a short salt-and-pepper beard. “Every job is different, and that means wearing appropriate PPE.” To emphasize his point, he lifted a leather trench coat with studded cuffs. “Personal Protective Equipment,” he announced to the room. As the leader of the Crow and Hammer, he set a steadfast example of integrity and composure. Darius was a man of unshakable and unquestionable authority.
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