“I am tired of these games. Look, I don’t want to talk about it right now. I need to think about it some more,” I say.
“What is there to think about?” Sebastian asks. “Point him out and I’ll do it myself if you don’t want to.”
“That won’t be necessary, but thanks,” I say looking away. There is just something bothering me about all of this. He has had every opportunity to show me he means business by picking on the people I love, but he hasn’t. Okay, granted Devon is in L.A. now and he thinks Cole is human and, well, anybody dumb enough to pick a fight with CK deserves what’s coming to them, but it is still niggling at me. It is poking at me and I have to know why. I have to know what he wants.
I catch Lincoln’s eye again.
He sees that I don’t want to talk about this anymore. “So, Demons? This should be fun,” Lincoln says, changing the subject. “Can’t say I’m not worried though,” he adds with a frown. “I don’t know much about them.”
“Don’t be. It’ll be fine,” I say.
CK glares at me about the change in subject and says rudely, “Humph, you should be.”
I turn to look at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, please, Aefre. I have eyes. Our Demon friend falls most definitely into the category of ‘your type.’”
Lincoln raises his brows. “Let me guess. Tall, dark-haired and blue-eyed?”
Sebastian snickers as I turn my baleful glare on Lincoln. He smiles at me and says, “I also have eyes and while they may not be blue, they work just fine.”
Even CK snickers at that.
“I see. Seems you all have me pegged. And while no, your eyes may not be blue, Linc, they are the prettiest eyes I ever did see.” I bat my own at him and he blushes as expected.
He clears his throat and says, “Speaking of types. It seems there is someone else on the plane with one.” He looks pointedly between Sebastian and me.
We chuckle, and look at said someone, who looks baffled. “Who, me?” CK asks. “I don’t think I have a type. One cannot be choosy when it comes to siring a race,” he adds haughtily.
“Oh, sure. You are an equal opportunities creator most definitely,” Sebastian says sarcastically. “Pretty sure green-eyed blondes are your thing.”
CK turns his furious gaze to Sebastian, who just looks mildly back, and I pounce.
“Oh? Elaborate.”
“Have you not noticed that every Feeder he has is a green-eyed blonde?” Sebastian asks me.
Erm, come the fuck again?
I turn slowly to CK. He looks like he is about to stake Sebastian.
“It’s not what you think,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Look-a-likes aside, I’m only thinking that I can’t remember the last time I saw you feed on a human. So much so, I’d have thought that you don’t.”
He looks slightly relieved that I’m not pressing the look-a-likes issue and says, “Of course I feed on humans. I am a Vampire. I just prefer to do it in private.”
Like everything else then, I think grimly.
“Yeah, you know why? I mean that one that came last night was smoking hot,” Sebastian chuckles.
A stab of jealousy shoots through me as I stare at Constantine.
“Oh?” I croak out.
“Jealous?” Lincoln asks slyly. “That’s a bit hypocritical.”
“Yes, while she won’t admit it, Aefre can be the world’s biggest hypocrite,” CK says smartly and I want to punch him.