again. “Not exactly. They’re not just vampires, but werewolves too.”
What? This guy had to be feral even though his handsome green eyes held no sign of craziness. “That sounds…bleh!”
“They had a werewolf mother and a vampire father.”
“Sounds like an abomination, and there are six of them?”
He nodded as a beer appeared in his hand. “Three sets of twins.”
“Three sets of assholes.”
The ass in front of her took a swig from his bottle and nodded. Cambria swallowed hard, her mouth void of spit. “Can I have a shot of whiskey?”
“You smell like you’ve had too much already.”
“Can you smell that I don’t give a shit what you think?”
“Yep. Got that.”
A bottle of water appeared in her hand. She uncapped it, drank a huge gulp, and kept watching him twirl the sword around as if it was a baton and he a twirler in high school.
It had been at least twenty minutes since the club went into zombie land. “Can these people breathe? Are they okay?”
“Yep. They’ll be fine. Quit worrying. You should be worrying about your mates.”
He regarded her with those green eyes, so she rolled hers. “I told you they wouldn’t come for me.”
“As hot as you are? They’ll come running, probably cussing up a storm.”
This moron obviously wasn’t scared of the twins. The only way to save herself was to either make him realize that he could possibly die and get him to leave, or slip out when the swords started swinging. “I still don’t know why you think you can kill them. The odds, my friend, aren’t in your favor.”
“I can kick both of their asses.”
“And why do you think you can do that?”
He cut her a sly look. “I’m older than they are.”
“By how many years?”
“Three hundred or so,” he glanced at her, “I guess.” He shrugged. “Don’t actually know.”
Suddenly, the door opened, and men filed in. They were all sizes of big. Cambria arched a brow. “Friends of yours?”
“Yep.
“Sounds like you’re chicken to me. You had me going. I thought you would take the twins on by yourself.”
“Oh, they’re not here for me. They’re here for you…when I get through with you.”
Her belly bottomed out and her breath hitched. Even if she had her sword, she couldn’t get away from all these men. More attractive men filed in. “So I’m what, soup du jour?”
“Something like that. Looks like they’re not coming. Time to get this party started, darlin’.”
He stood, and her mind raced, searching for options. If she had her sword, she’d use it on herself. She damn sure didn’t want to be passed around. “I…uh…have a wager.”
He arched a suspicious brow. “What do you have to bargain with?”
“Nothing, but let’s do it just for fun. You do things for fun, don’t you?”
“That’s what I’m planning on doing with you, sugar.” He flashed his fangs in that brilliant smile of his.
She noted he called her sweet names, and maybe that was because of his audience. “A challenge then, before you…snack on me.”
“Okay. What do you want to do?”
“I challenge you to a sword fight.”
His new friends laughed. Some yelled “that was fair,” another said, “give her a chance.” She arched her brow in a dare.
His lips twitched. “Okay. What do you need?”
She’d rather handle her custom sword, but she didn’t want to give that away just in case an opportunity came around to use it. “Clear the floor and...” She rolled her hands in a circle. “Do whatever you do and get me a sword.”
The men clapped and cheered, and the tables and chairs magically disappeared along with the patrons who’d hadn’t gotten lucky tonight. Cambria hopped off her stool when the vampire stepped back. Conscious of her behind, she asked, “Can you maybe…cover up my ass?”
A small sword appeared in his hand, and he held it out to her, grinning like an idiot. “Not in a million years, sweetheart.”
It’s now or never, Cambria. Give it
What? This guy had to be feral even though his handsome green eyes held no sign of craziness. “That sounds…bleh!”
“They had a werewolf mother and a vampire father.”
“Sounds like an abomination, and there are six of them?”
He nodded as a beer appeared in his hand. “Three sets of twins.”
“Three sets of assholes.”
The ass in front of her took a swig from his bottle and nodded. Cambria swallowed hard, her mouth void of spit. “Can I have a shot of whiskey?”
“You smell like you’ve had too much already.”
“Can you smell that I don’t give a shit what you think?”
“Yep. Got that.”
A bottle of water appeared in her hand. She uncapped it, drank a huge gulp, and kept watching him twirl the sword around as if it was a baton and he a twirler in high school.
It had been at least twenty minutes since the club went into zombie land. “Can these people breathe? Are they okay?”
“Yep. They’ll be fine. Quit worrying. You should be worrying about your mates.”
He regarded her with those green eyes, so she rolled hers. “I told you they wouldn’t come for me.”
“As hot as you are? They’ll come running, probably cussing up a storm.”
This moron obviously wasn’t scared of the twins. The only way to save herself was to either make him realize that he could possibly die and get him to leave, or slip out when the swords started swinging. “I still don’t know why you think you can kill them. The odds, my friend, aren’t in your favor.”
“I can kick both of their asses.”
“And why do you think you can do that?”
He cut her a sly look. “I’m older than they are.”
“By how many years?”
“Three hundred or so,” he glanced at her, “I guess.” He shrugged. “Don’t actually know.”
Suddenly, the door opened, and men filed in. They were all sizes of big. Cambria arched a brow. “Friends of yours?”
“Yep.
“Sounds like you’re chicken to me. You had me going. I thought you would take the twins on by yourself.”
“Oh, they’re not here for me. They’re here for you…when I get through with you.”
Her belly bottomed out and her breath hitched. Even if she had her sword, she couldn’t get away from all these men. More attractive men filed in. “So I’m what, soup du jour?”
“Something like that. Looks like they’re not coming. Time to get this party started, darlin’.”
He stood, and her mind raced, searching for options. If she had her sword, she’d use it on herself. She damn sure didn’t want to be passed around. “I…uh…have a wager.”
He arched a suspicious brow. “What do you have to bargain with?”
“Nothing, but let’s do it just for fun. You do things for fun, don’t you?”
“That’s what I’m planning on doing with you, sugar.” He flashed his fangs in that brilliant smile of his.
She noted he called her sweet names, and maybe that was because of his audience. “A challenge then, before you…snack on me.”
“Okay. What do you want to do?”
“I challenge you to a sword fight.”
His new friends laughed. Some yelled “that was fair,” another said, “give her a chance.” She arched her brow in a dare.
His lips twitched. “Okay. What do you need?”
She’d rather handle her custom sword, but she didn’t want to give that away just in case an opportunity came around to use it. “Clear the floor and...” She rolled her hands in a circle. “Do whatever you do and get me a sword.”
The men clapped and cheered, and the tables and chairs magically disappeared along with the patrons who’d hadn’t gotten lucky tonight. Cambria hopped off her stool when the vampire stepped back. Conscious of her behind, she asked, “Can you maybe…cover up my ass?”
A small sword appeared in his hand, and he held it out to her, grinning like an idiot. “Not in a million years, sweetheart.”
It’s now or never, Cambria. Give it
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