“Remember it, Princess.”
“I’m not your Princess, Blood,” she spit out.
What could maybe pass as a smile pulled at one corner of his mouth, and then his eyes lifted over her head to Undertaker.
“She’s gonna be a handful.”
“I’m not going to be anything to you,” she informed him.
“We’ll see, Angel.”
“Aren’t there some other women in the bar you could go bother? More your speed?”
His eyes narrowed, and then he straightened.
“Whatever you say, Princess. But know this—you and me, we’re not through.”
“Enough, Blood.” Undertaker’s voice was tight.
Blood moved off without another word.
She turned back to her father. “What’s his problem?”
“That’s just Blood being Blood.”
“Whatever.”
Undertaker gave her a knowing grin.
“What’s that grin supposed to mean?”
He smiled even wider, shaking his head. “Nothing, darlin’. Not a thing.”
Skylar shook her head and took a sip of her new drink. Movement in the reflec
tion of the mirror behind the bar caught her eye. Three of the women that had followed Ghost back to the bar, headed to the restroom down the hall in the back. Skylar’s head swiveled to watch them.
Blood, who had taken up a spot in the doorway to the hall, suddenly put his arm out, his hand bracing on the opposite wall. He cut off the redhead at the end of the line, separating her from the herd. Skylar could see, even from her seat at the bar, when his eyes strayed down the girl’s body. And then he stepped closer, backing her against the wall, his mouth coming down on hers.
A moment later, she shoved him back. A loud crack resounded through the bar, turning everyone’s head as the girl slapped his face.
“Aw, Sugar. You’ve just done the dumbest thing in your whole life,” Mooch muttered to the girl from his place near Blood.
A scary grin pulled at Blood’s mouth as he looked down at her. “Don’t worry, Mooch, I love that in a woman.”
“Morals?” Mooch asked with a quirk of his brow.
“No. Violence.” His palm landed on the center of her chest, just over her breast bone and he pressed her back against the wall, pinning her there.
“Blood!” A voice boomed from the bar.
His head turned.
Undertaker snapped, “Let her go.”
Blood’s head came back to the scared girl looking up at him, and Skylar watched his eyes running over the girl’s face as if he were considering whether or not to comply.
“Blood!” Undertaker snapped again. “She’s just a tourist. She didn’t ask to play your kind of games. Let her be.”