“Neither,” he says. “I’m asking her, and she won’t say no.” Or at least he hopes she won’t say no. As much as he can usually predict her behavior with pinpoint accuracy, lately she has been pretty volatile, and very secretive. Fae King father, notwithstanding.
“Mm, confidence. I like it,” she says. “So why the angry face? Did the diamond do something to piss you off?”
He snorts in amusement. “If only it were that simple.”
“Ah, another woman perhaps?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Not exactly.”
“Another man then?” she asks.
“Closer,” Devon retorts, giving her a wicked grin that he knows will melt her panties.
He isn’t wrong. She leans closer, pulling her top a little lower as she does.
“Do tell.” She drums her fingers on the table as he stays silent. “Do you love both of them?”
“Her, yes. Him, that’s the burning question.”
“Are they together?” she asks an insightful question.
What is with the twenty questions? Nosey bitch. But he answers her anyway.
“They are married,” Devon states.
“Oh,” she says. “Doesn’t that make it easier?” she frowns. “Cake and eat it?”
“You’d think, wouldn’t you,” Devon snorts. “But no, she is, uhm, engaged to someone else as well. Someone that I loathe beyond anything in this realm.”
The woman spits out the beer she had just taken a gulp of.
“Christ,” she says. “Love…square?” She wrinkles up her nose.
“Nope. She also has another lover. One I don’t mind.”
“Fucking Hell. This bitch has it made.” She looks mighty impressed and it makes Devon laugh.
“Yeah, she does. She also has someone else who I’m not sure of, but not threatened by and someone who I am sure of and threatened by. It’s complicated.”
“No fucking kidding,” she says, with a laugh. “She must be pretty special to have all of these men so eager to be with her.”
“Oh, she is,” Devon says, knowing he has an adoring gaze on his face.
She gives him a searching look and then says, “This woman is your sire, isn’t she?”
Devon’s eyes find hers again. “Excuse me?” he asks innocently.
“You don’t have to pretend with me. We have our fair share of Vampires,” she whispers the word, “around here.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” he says haughtily.
“Sure you do,” she prods. “I can tell a Vamp from a human. Like I said, we have our fair share coming through here. It’s all to do with the legend.”
“Legend?” he asks her, confused.
She leans forward conspiratorially. “You know the legend. Isn’t that why you are passing through?”
“No, I was born here,” he says, and then curses himself for his slip-up.