Chapter 6
Darren
"Piper started her newjob today." I made sure to keep my tone even as Wynn sat across from me at the hotel room dining table. I didn't want to ruin this for her.
Wynn's brows rose, his blue eyes alighting with interest. "Really? And she didn't find her position with you here...fulfilling?"
He was laughing at me.
Forcing myself to relax, I crossed and uncrossed my legs as I lifted my teacup to my lips. "Can you blame her? Stuck in this room every day with nothing to occupy her time. This is your first visit. Perhaps, you will be able to quell her restless feet?"
Wynn snorted, lounging back in his chair. Even in hiding, he still acted like he did not have a care in the world. His black hair fell over his shoulders like waves, his silk shirt tight across his chest. The majority of the buttons of his shirt were undone, allowing the house sigil tattooed on his chest to be seen - a black crow on a branch surrounded by the Latin words. Each of the Durands had the tattoo.
Antoine had asked me once if I wanted to get one as well, but I declined. Someone had to be able to move around undetected in the human world. If I had the tattoo, then it would be easy for the other vampires to know I belonged to them.
"Nothing will quell that woman but a right smack to her pert ass." Wynn licked his lips, the edges curling up wickedly. "Even then, I'm not sure it would help." He chuckled, the sound causing a shiver to go through, making my cock harden slightly.
Taking a deep breath to push down the side effects of Wynn's abilities, I sat my cup down. "I cannot disagree with you there."
Wynn fiddled with his cup, long cold without being touched. "Where is our girl? A new job, you said?"
I inclined my head. "Yes, at a law firm. She's working as a receptionist."
The vampire across from me threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, please tell me you are joking. Piper? A girl who couldn't be proper if her life depended on it working in a stuffy law firm?"
"I don't see how it's funny." Piper snapped from the doorway. She stalked across the room, chunking her purse and phone on the table between us. "I am completely capable of being a proper human being."
"So, you can..." Wynn purred, his eyes eating up her appearance.
My gaze skimmed over Piper's attire. I'd seen her wearing it this morning but had a new appreciation for the tight black skirt that fitted her backside like a glove. Her blouse, the color of dried blood, was made of silk just like Wynn’s. The humidity outside made the material stick to her like a second skin. It gave a tantalizing view of her cleavage.
"What are you doing here, Wynn?" Piper let out an exasperated sound, and while she tried to hide her annoyance at seeing him, something had shifted about her being. Her shoulders were more relaxed. Her expression was less tight. So, while her words said she didn't want to see him, her entire being said, she was relieved. Happy even.
"Why to see you, my love." Wynn took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together.
She tried to wiggle her hand away, but Wynn held tight. "There's such a thing called a phone."
I snorted. Piper glared my way.
"What am I missing?" Wynn inquired with an arched brow.
"Nothing," Piper bit out. "What do I owe your presence, and why you?"
Wynn grasped his chest with his free hand and mocked pain. "I am distraught. And here I thought you were pining after me all this time. Have I already lost your affections?"
Piper rolled her eyes and tugged her hand once more. "Stop it."
Giving her hand a good tug, Wynn pulled her into his lap. She put up a half-hearted fight but settled into his lap, almost with a sigh. His arms wrapped around her waist. "Tell me, my pet. Have I lost you? Do I need to hunt down this fiend who has captured your heart?" His words were low and teasing, his lips brushing along her cheek.
I lowered my gaze to my cup. "Did you have a message from Master Durand? An update on the situation?" My words came out harsher than I meant them to be, making me frown.
Wynn looked away from Piper long enough to answer me. "Nothing pertinent. Still on the run. Still no closer to finding the vampire hunters' hideout or how to get the bastards off our trail."
"What about Master Rayne?" I prodded, not giving him the chance to turn back to kissing up Piper's neck. "Do his computer skills fail him? Can he not forge some new papers? New identities."
"He has." Wynn's gaze narrowed on me, annoyance bunching his brows. "How do you think we have survived all these years? Our wits? Rayne has done everything he is able and then some, but we can't get the devil's hounds off our scent."
"There must be some way -"