Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 127527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 638(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 638(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
“No, no, it didn’t, I swear. Don’t get me wrong, when people talk happily and proudly about their psi-mates, I sometimes find myself thinking just how different things could be if my anchor hadn’t been Holt. But I never feel jealous of others or resent what they have.”
“Then you’re a better person than I am, because I’m pretty sure I’d be green-eyed with envy and want to go—Jesus, Raini, get off the floor. What are you doing down there anyway?”
Flat on her ass, the succubus glanced around, confused. “I don’t know. I was on my chair. And then I wasn’t. Like magic.” She grinned at her martini glass. “But look, I didn’t spill my drink.”
Devon gave her a thumbs up. “Impressive.”
“Here, I’ll help you.” Larkin carefully assisted the succubus in returning to her seat—not the easiest thing in the world, since Larkin wasn’t too steady herself.
“Thank you.” Raini leaned into her. “You’re the best harpy in the history of the universe. Don’t let anyone tell ya different.” Closing her eyes, she settled right there against Larkin’s side.
“How about we shove aside the subject of your wasteless anchor and talk about how things are going with you and Teague,” Devon proposed.
“I’m all for the first part of your suggestion,” replied Larkin. “But I ain’t giving you details on my relationship with Teague.” She hadn’t seen him since dinner at Jolene’s house, but she’d really, really wanted to.
Strange though she found it, she’d missed him. A little. Sort of. In a sense.
“I know you’re a private person but come on tell me something.”
Larkin shook her head at the hellcat. “You are so damn nosy.”
“But in an endearing way, right?” Devon put a hand on her arm. “I just want a few juicy details and then I’ll let it go. Until then, I’m gonna keep pestering you. I will not be distracted. I’m definitely not gonna—ooh, shots.” She sat up straighter as Harper placed a tray on the table.
Retaking her seat, Khloë nudged Raini. “Hey, wake up.”
The succubus’s eyelids flickered open, and she righted herself . . . only to weave and bump into Khloë. “Hey, watch where you’re walking.”
“I’m not walking,” said the imp. “You’re not walking either.”
Raini looked down at herself. “Oh yeah. You coulda told me sooner.” She lounged back in her seat, and her eyes once more fell shut.
“She’ll be fine,” Khloë decided. “So, what are we talking about?”
Devon opened her mouth and then frowned. “I don’t remember.” She looked at Larkin. “Do you?”
Actually . . . “No. But let’s think of something we could talk about. Something deep. Meaningful. Intriguing.”
Piper’s eyes gleamed. “Ooh, like what?”
“I have something,” Khloë announced. “Okay, do we think that invisible pink unicorns really exist?”
Harper tipped her head to the side. “If they do, they’re invisible. So we wouldn’t know.”
“But we can speculate,” Khloë pointed out. “So let’s speculate.”
They did that for a little while, right up until Raini’s head snapped up and her eyes flipped open like she’d been dealt a slap. “Hmm, Maddox is coming for me in a minute,” the blonde announced, sitting upright.
“So is Knox.” Harper tapped her temple, adding, “He gave me a telepathic heads-up not too long ago.” She swept her gaze over Larkin, Piper, Khloë, and Devon. “He said that your guys are on their way, too.”
“Our guys?” Larkin echoed.
“Yup.”
Surely not. Larkin telepathically reached out to Teague. Are you heading to the Xpress bar?
His mind touched hers, and then his voice poured into her mind like a river. I figured I better had, since Tanner telepathed me to say you were blitzed. It was obviously a test to see if I’d come take you home.
Freaking interfering hellhound. She might have missed Teague, but she would rather he didn’t see her while she was wasted. If she did or said something dumb, he’d never let it go. He’d tease her about it for all eternity.
Maddox materialized on the spot between Khloë and Raini’s chair. It had to be said that the man. Was. Fine. Tall and dark with striking Prussian blue eyes.
His sentinel, Hector, appeared behind him, at which point Raini’s bodyguard sidled up to him.
The succubus smiled up at her mate, looking the epitome of lovestruck. “Hey. You’re taller than I remember.”
Maddox’s lips twitched. “You’re more plastered than I thought you’d be.”
“Funny how things work out, huh?” Raini awkwardly stood. “Bye girlies.”
Hugs and air-kisses and waves were quickly exchanged before Maddox, Raini, and their bodyguards teleported out of there.
Knox and the male sentinels appeared only moments later. Both Harper and Piper immediately stood to greet their mates, but both Devon and Khloë remained slumped on their seats.
“What’s wrong?” Keenan asked his mate.
Khloë pouted. “I can’t find my lipstick.”
“It’s in your drink,” he told her.
She blinked down at the small tube floating in her half-empty glass. “Huh. How did that happen?”