Page 18 of Betrayed In Crimson
“You want us to be each other’s scratching post?” I smirk.
“Sure. You rub yourself against him, and he rubs himself against you,” she says, biting back her laughter.
“If you are about to cheat on Lucian with Lilith, I think he would allow it,” a deep voice mutters from the doorway.
We both jump, letting out a screech of surprise.
Clutch stands there, his shoulder casually resting against the doorframe, a cocky grin spreading across his face.
“Clutch. Fuck!” I snap. “You cannot just walk up here. What if either of us were getting dressed?!”
“Then I would watch quietly so as not to disturb you, doll,” he shrugs, twiddling the cocktail stick with his tongue.
“Tell that to Lucian,” Evelynn challenges.
Clutch’s smile falters, and he straightens. “I only meant Lilith, not you. Prez would have my balls on a stick if he thoughtI was looking at you while you were wearing clothes. Fuck knows what he’d do if I saw you without any on.” He shudders at the thought.
“Why are you here, Clutch?” I sigh.
“Prez sent me to get you. He said, and I quote, ‘Neither of you should be out this late alone,’” he nods.
Evelynn frowns. “We are vampires. The night is when we’re awake. And what exactly could harm us?”
Clutch’s jaw tightens. Looking off to the side, he shrugs. “I’m just following orders.”
There is more going on than what he’s letting on. I open my mouth to press further, but Evelynn’s cell rings.
“Hello?” she smiles. “Hang on.” She holds her phone out and presses the speaker button. “Okay, you’re on speaker.”
“Lilith, don’t argue with Clutch. Get in the truck and stay with him,” Lucian orders through the phone.
“I wasn’t the one arguing. It’s your woman,” I point out.
“Petal,” Lucian growls. Evelynn’s grin widens.
“Yes, dear,” she answers mockingly.
“Just get in the truck with Clutch,” he sighs, exasperation echoing in his voice.
“Okie dokie,” Evelynn says cheerily.
“Go…” Lucian begins, but Evelynn ends the call and slides the phone into her back pocket.
Clutch’s mouth hangs open. “You just hung up on him,” he points out.
“I did,” she nods.
“He’s going to be pissed, doll,” Clutch tuts, shaking his head.
I bite down on my bottom lip, fighting the urge to laugh at Evelynn’s give-no-fucks approach.
“Clutch, look at what I’m wearing. I think this…” She points to her heaving bosom. “Will calm and soothe any anger he iscurrently feeling. And if he’s still angry, then I can fuck it out of him,” she shrugs.
Clutch blinks like he’s seeing an entirely different person. “You’ve changed,” he mutters.
“I took on Anathema and survived. I’m no longer scared. And I’m also a vampire now. I can handle anything,” she shrugs.
“Yeah, well, I would rather face Anathema than face a pissed-off Lucian,” I mutter as we head out.
