Page 5 of Pretty Little Shadow
Then he was walking over to me.
Not just walking. Striding.
STRIDING.
Like he wanted to get to me quicker.
MAYDAY.
I needed to leave. Stat.
My fucking shadows weren't responding, though, and I couldn't focus for anything.
What the hell was wrong with me?
two
RAE
Darius leanedpast the two women who occupied the barstools directly between me and him, and rested his arms on the bar.
When the women leaned toward him, I had to resist the urge to slit their fucking throats.
Whatever was wrong with me wasreallywrong.
"Hey, Shadow. Can I get a beer?"
"What?" My voice was sharp.
My gaze was flicking between the women leaning against him. Logically, I knew his magic was just pulling them in.
Logic didn't curb my murderous desires, though.
"You're bartending." He gestured toward me.
I glanced down at my apron.
Ah.
Right.
He'd asked for a beer.
Reaching down, I blindly grabbed the first beer from the shelf under the countertop and slid it over to him. He picked it up, grinning when he saw the color on the cap.
It was bronze.
Which flavor of magic did the bronze one have again?
Fuck.
It was the lust beer.
I wasn't supposed to distribute those unless the couple was mated and filled out the consent forms. Darius didn't have a mate. Not that I knew about, at least.
If he did, I probably would've killed him or her already.
Not that I should admit that to anyone. Myself included.
