and he saw the man from the grocery store standing there with a sadistic smile on his face. “You’re human.”
Dillon felt his temper shoot through roof. It was bad enough he was stuck in this realm with a man who had used him and tossed him aside, but now he was fucking kidnapped by the repeating parrot?
Hell no, wasn’t happening. He knew he couldn’t beat the large man, but he sure as hell was going to give him a piece of his mind. “I get it, I’m human. Can we move on to the next topic, or are you going to stay stuck on stupid?” He rose from the floor, glaring at the man as he put his hands on his hips. It wasn’t much of a tongue lashing, but Dillon was beyond pissed right now.
“Next topic?” The man looked a little too pleased with the situation. Dillon felt a chill run down his spine as the man stepped into the room. “The next topic is draining you for your human blood.”
* * * *
“Sexton.” Panahasi growled the reporter’s name. “At least now we know how you’ve been getting your stories out so quickly.”
“I thought you were a vampire,” Hondo said with disdain. “How the hell can you be a chameleon-shifter?”
Sexton knelt at the leader’s feet, looking like a deer caught in headlights but not saying a word. Rainerio felt half sorry for him. The shifter looked as though he was going to shake his skin from his bones he was trembling so badly.
Sexton’s emerald-green eyes looked at every demon in the room.
They were filled with fear as he turned back around to face Panahasi.
“I didn’t do anything wrong, Panahasi. I swear.” His voice was as shaky as his limbs. When the neutralizing cuffs began to rattle from Sexton’s frightened state, Panahasi nodded for Rainerio to take them off.
His leader didn’t have to say the words. Working around him for thousands of years, he knew what Panahasi wanted without a word uttered. Rainerio shoved the cuffs into the holder on the side of his jeans, anxious to go see his mate. He knew he had to wait until business was conducted here, but the wait was killing him.
“Then tell me why you pretended to be Deandre and tried to steal that man from the side of Diablo’s.” Hondo took a step closer to the shifter. “I remember you faking the funk about being one of us warriors and taking that soulless body away.”
Sexton scooted up an inch on his knees as he moved closer to the leader. “I wasn’t trying to do anything bad. I wanted to get him help. I just lost my way.”
“Liar!” Hondo shouted. “You also pretended to be the owner of the Pancake house and Rainerio, twice.” Hondo pointed his finger at Rainerio. “Why?”
“Marino,” Sexton said so softly that they barely heard the name.
“What does he have to do with this, Sexton?” Panahasi squatted down, getting eye level with the shifter. “Talk to me.”
Sexton shook his blond head. Tears were streaming down his face as he wiped them away with the hem of his shirt. “He’ll kill me if I tell you.”
“News flash. He kills anyone he hires instead of paying them,” Hondo bit out. “So don’t keep quiet thinking you’re gonna hit the mother lode.”
“No.” Sexton shook his head vehemently. “I didn’t do it for money.”
“Then why?” Panahasi asked in a tender tone. Rainerio backed away slowly. He knew that tone. It went one of two ways. Either the leader was genuinely helping the shifter out, or he was getting all the information he could before killing him on the spot.
Normally they took bad guys down to the underworld to the keeper. The keeper was judge and jury, deciding who was guilty or innocent. If found guilty, the accused spent the rest of his lives reliving his crimes, over and over again.
But on the rare occasion, Panahasi was the judge and jury, executing the guilty where he stood. Rainerio glanced at the other warriors, noticing them slowly backing away as well.
“He said he would kill my brother if I didn’t do as he
Dillon felt his temper shoot through roof. It was bad enough he was stuck in this realm with a man who had used him and tossed him aside, but now he was fucking kidnapped by the repeating parrot?
Hell no, wasn’t happening. He knew he couldn’t beat the large man, but he sure as hell was going to give him a piece of his mind. “I get it, I’m human. Can we move on to the next topic, or are you going to stay stuck on stupid?” He rose from the floor, glaring at the man as he put his hands on his hips. It wasn’t much of a tongue lashing, but Dillon was beyond pissed right now.
“Next topic?” The man looked a little too pleased with the situation. Dillon felt a chill run down his spine as the man stepped into the room. “The next topic is draining you for your human blood.”
* * * *
“Sexton.” Panahasi growled the reporter’s name. “At least now we know how you’ve been getting your stories out so quickly.”
“I thought you were a vampire,” Hondo said with disdain. “How the hell can you be a chameleon-shifter?”
Sexton knelt at the leader’s feet, looking like a deer caught in headlights but not saying a word. Rainerio felt half sorry for him. The shifter looked as though he was going to shake his skin from his bones he was trembling so badly.
Sexton’s emerald-green eyes looked at every demon in the room.
They were filled with fear as he turned back around to face Panahasi.
“I didn’t do anything wrong, Panahasi. I swear.” His voice was as shaky as his limbs. When the neutralizing cuffs began to rattle from Sexton’s frightened state, Panahasi nodded for Rainerio to take them off.
His leader didn’t have to say the words. Working around him for thousands of years, he knew what Panahasi wanted without a word uttered. Rainerio shoved the cuffs into the holder on the side of his jeans, anxious to go see his mate. He knew he had to wait until business was conducted here, but the wait was killing him.
“Then tell me why you pretended to be Deandre and tried to steal that man from the side of Diablo’s.” Hondo took a step closer to the shifter. “I remember you faking the funk about being one of us warriors and taking that soulless body away.”
Sexton scooted up an inch on his knees as he moved closer to the leader. “I wasn’t trying to do anything bad. I wanted to get him help. I just lost my way.”
“Liar!” Hondo shouted. “You also pretended to be the owner of the Pancake house and Rainerio, twice.” Hondo pointed his finger at Rainerio. “Why?”
“Marino,” Sexton said so softly that they barely heard the name.
“What does he have to do with this, Sexton?” Panahasi squatted down, getting eye level with the shifter. “Talk to me.”
Sexton shook his blond head. Tears were streaming down his face as he wiped them away with the hem of his shirt. “He’ll kill me if I tell you.”
“News flash. He kills anyone he hires instead of paying them,” Hondo bit out. “So don’t keep quiet thinking you’re gonna hit the mother lode.”
“No.” Sexton shook his head vehemently. “I didn’t do it for money.”
“Then why?” Panahasi asked in a tender tone. Rainerio backed away slowly. He knew that tone. It went one of two ways. Either the leader was genuinely helping the shifter out, or he was getting all the information he could before killing him on the spot.
Normally they took bad guys down to the underworld to the keeper. The keeper was judge and jury, deciding who was guilty or innocent. If found guilty, the accused spent the rest of his lives reliving his crimes, over and over again.
But on the rare occasion, Panahasi was the judge and jury, executing the guilty where he stood. Rainerio glanced at the other warriors, noticing them slowly backing away as well.
“He said he would kill my brother if I didn’t do as he
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