Page 158 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
Offensive, really.
No one can possibly be that happy, much less such an unfortunate-looking creature in urgent need of orthodontic intervention.
“Where are we?”
Levi glances down at me as he turns into the buck-toothed creature’s market. “A place called Virginia. Gotta get gas. You hungry?”
Azrael straightens, fingers grazing his neck as Levi’s truck drives over some bump in the road. It looks much improved, though still boasting tender pink flesh.
My too-dry tongue passes over my lips. “No, but I am parched.”
A corner of Levi’s mouth quirks at one corner. “We can take care of that.” His gaze slides to Azrael. “How about you, Lord of Darkness?”
Azrael huffs a laugh. “I need to relieve myself. And I wouldn’t mind some sustenance.”
The 360-degree glued-together gash around his throat demands attention.
“We need to cover that up.”
Azrael raises a hand, fingers whispering over the wound.
“Glamour it for me, will you, darling?”
I can feel the subtle tension in Levi’s body rise at the endearment, but he says nothing. With a bit of energy, Iwilla glamour over his throat.
He offers me a tired smile. “Thank you.”
“Shall I remove your earrings? Seeing as how their purpose is rather moot.”
Levi glances at Azrael. “That’s probably a good idea. The less attention we attract, the better, and you’d more than likely be the only guy in there wearing women’s earrings.”
Azrael frowns as I reach up and begin removing them. “But you made them forme.”
Chuckling, my heart squeezes with affection. “You’re welcome to keep them, obviously. Although I can’t imagine it’s good for you, especially considering our current predicament.”
Placing the earrings in his hand, a forlorn gaze falls to them. “Palladium or not, I shall cherish them always.”
Clearly, this male has been deprived of presents.
And I now have a soul-deep urge to remedy that.
“How about I make you a new pair, with a more suitable metal, the moment I return home?”
Azrael’s lips twitch. “That sounds like a pleasant compromise.”
Levi’s truck comes to a stop alongside what I can only assume is where he will retrieve thisgas.In Caerwynath, mortals have vehicles somewhat similar to those in Terrenea, but they run on water.
Shutting off the engine, Levi twists in his seat to look at Azrael and me, examining us. “This still isn’t gonna work.”
Confusion scrunches my face. “I beg your pardon?”
Levi sighs. “You two are gonna attract attention. Which is the last thing we need.”
Azrael nods, sagely. “Yes. I thought as much. We need, if I recall correctly,Wall Market.”
Context clues aren’t helping me.“Which is?”
Levi blinks between the two of us for a moment before scrubbing a hand down his face. On a mumbled curse, he opens the truck door.
