He’d disappeared the minute I’d opened my eyes that fateful morning two days ago to find my brand new Nike running shoes covered in snow.
The couple in front of me laughed again. It grated my nerves because I was jealous of them.
Of them! It was laughable. Or it should have been. A week ago I would have laughed. Now it was just bordering on pathetic.
As an elder among the immortals, it was my job to keep the peace and run interference between our kind and the humans.
Not sit at a Starbucks and watch a newly engaged couple with silent longing.
Cassius, our leader, the only King the immortals have ever known, had been missing for a few days, and it killed me to think it was because he was ashamed of me, ashamed of what I’d done to Genesis.
Not that it was my fault an Archangel had bitten me, seduced me and basically entranced me into doing something. Granted, the whole jealousy part was my fault, making the spell he put me under that much stronger.
I took a long sip of my latte and pouted.
I hadn’t done that in ages.
It didn’t help.
“You look like hell.” Mason plopped down at the table. His shaggy brown hair was pulled back underneath a Seahawks hat. Black aviators hung loosely across his strong nose, framing his very deadly, yet u
ndeniably sexy five o’clock shadow.
Stupid Werewolf. An underlying earthy scent like that of burned wood and pinecones floated between us with each casual movement he made. And believe me, he needed to look as casual as possible considering he just naturally attracted any cat within a ten mile radius.
“Yeah, well.” I pointed at his hat. “You look like a tourist.”
“Please.” He snorted then grabbed my coffee and took a sip.
“Since when do you drink coffee?”
“I don’t know.” He pushed the coffee back and made a face. “Since when do you leave the house, pout for a whole damn day, and then stare longingly at a human couple like you’re about to eat them?”
“I wasn’t staring longingly,” I grumbled, suddenly finding my hands fascinating as I wrung them together.
“You were. Saw the whole thing. Disgusting really.”
“Do you have a reason for stalking me?”
“If I was stalking you, you’d already be dead.” He smirked, “And yeah… I was out grocery shopping.”
“So many things wrong with a Wolf grocery shopping.”
“Orders from Genesis… she wants me to start eating again.”
I squirmed in my seat.
“Everything’s fine,” he said in a gruff voice. “Water under the bridge, you’ve been redeemed, blah, blah, blah, come home.”
“Really?” I chuckled and toyed with my straw. “That’s the speech?”
“Ethan wouldn’t write one out for me so take what you can get.”
“A regular lady killer.”
Mason groaned into his hands. “No idea why they sent me.”
“You have the manners of a beast,” I agreed.