In the Light of the Moon (Dark War Chronicles) by A.L. Kessler Page A

mess.” He snapped and ran a hand through his dark hair.
“Look, all I need to do is get your information on where we send money to, for
the hours you are putting in. We don’t worry about social security crap here,
cause half the employees don’t have that.”
    She frowned at his accent. “Including you?”
    “None of your business.” He paused and pulled out a pen and paper from
a drawer. “Here, info. Now.”
    “Demanding little shifter aren’t you?” She said and wrote down her
phone number and the address to Lucius’ place.
    He growled again, this time it sounded more like an animal. “You want a
lesson in shifters, Kassity.”
    The way he said her name made her cringe. “Please, call me Kass. What
lesson do you want to give me, because trust me I’ve learned most of them the
hard way.”
    “Have you ever dealt with an immortal?” He asked, meeting her gaze as
her eyes widened. “Take that as a no.” He started to undo the top buttons of
his blue shirt and she backed up. “Calm down, just want to show you something.”
He exposed an intricate looking tattoo that scrolled across his chest.
    She resisted running her fingers over it. “That’s what the mark looks
like?”
    “A gift from the gods, they say.” He shrugged and buttoned his shirt
back up. “My life is different from yours, so do not mock me, do not joke about
not existing.”
    She shook her head. “Different yes, but I don’t exist either. Lucius
faked my death a couple years back to save me from my family.”
    “Family? You had to be saved from your family?” He raised a brow. “And
Lucius is the better alternative? Man, that’s harsh.” He laughed.
    She raised a brow. “You could at least extend the same respect to me. I
don’t like being laughed at.”
    “Right. Sorry.” He snickered and picked up her paper. “I’ve known
Lucius for a long time now, and he’s well…tough, but he takes care of his
people.”
    “He’s got a funny way of taking care of people.” She shook her head.
“Are we done here? I’d like to get to work.”
    He nodded. “Yeah, I’ll show you the ropes and then you can get to
work.”
    She followed him out of the room, watching him. Never having met an
immortal, she wanted to ask him about his life, but the glare he gave her cut
down her curiosity. Spotting Jax talking to one of the other bar tenders, she
froze. “Well, fuck.”
    “Such language from a lady,” Coran laughed. “You know the cat then?”
    She snorted. “Yeah, I know the cat.”
    Jax looked up as Kass walked to the bar with Coran. “Do you make a
habit of working at different places?”
    “Do you make a habit of showing up on nights that I’m working?” She
gave an exaggerated look around. “At least we’re not in an alley this way and
you don’t have me pinned to the wall.” Kass’ panther stirred at her statement.
Excited at the thought of Jax pinning them.
    Jax shrugged. “Everyone knows about this bar, I didn’t know you worked
here.” He grinned. “When did you start.”
    “Tonight.” She looked at Coran for help.
    The immortal smirked. “Take a break.”
    She groaned. “I just started though.”
    “Don’t care. Go.”
    Jax grinned. “I’ll buy you a drink, and we’ll go talk in the back.”
    Jax watched as Kass hung her head and exited
the square bar. “Come on, it’s not going to be that bad. I just want to talk
for a bit.”
    “So you did know I was going to be here.” Her eyes snapped up to his
and he sighed.
    “No, I didn’t, but now that you are here and Lucius and his other blood
suckers aren’t hanging around I’d like to talk.” He raised a brow. “What’s your
poison?”
    She hesitated for a moment, and he wondered what she was thinking.
“Mudslide.”
    “Fancy, eh?” He turned to order the drinks. The female bartender let
her fingers brush and linger on Jax’s hand. He turned away without
acknowledging her advance and handed Kass her drink. “ Shall we go to