I remembered it was Friday night only after walking inside Lantern Light Bar. Will’s place had been quiet during the off afternoon hours, but now someone wailed on the karaoke mic in the corner while customers clamoured to get Yev’s attention at the bar. A quick scan of the room told me Gwain wasn’t there yet. Assuming he planned on showing at all.
I sighed and slid into an open chair at the bar, dragging my shade along with me. Some people gave him worried glances - the humans because of his strange pallor and the supes because they recognized what that strange pallor meant. Most people ignored us completely, absorbed in their own worldly concerns.
I didn’t feel bad taking the only currently available chair. It wasn’t because I was a blushing maiden or anything. It was the crowd. There was a reason shifters typically avoided large cities. Our senses were sharp, and the drunken sounds and vast soup of mingling scents were already giving me a headache. Victor’s weakness was sunlight. This was mine. I got the chair.
It didn’t take Yev long to find me there. “Don’t usually see you here when we’re busy, Cat.” His eyes slid over to Victor, then dropped back to me. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Just waitin’ on a friend. Truth be told I forgot it was Friday. Need any help behind the bar? You look swamped.”
Yev choked out a laugh. “From you? Mercy, no. The last thing I need is an irritated shifter around drunk customers and breakable objects. Your head must be killing you.” When my only response was a half hearted shrug, he continued. “So who’s your friend?”
“Victor, meet Yevgeni. And vice versa.”
While the boys exchanged cool greetings, my attention was captured by movement in the mirror behind the bar. My target had finally arrived.
He wasn’t alone. An auburn haired woman dangled from his arm. I couldn’t tell whether she was supe or not from where I was sitting, but she was definitely fawning. Gwain looked fresh from Haven, dressed in black leather pants and a fishnet top. Yummy.
Victor leaned in and his low voice tickled my ear. “So what’s the plan?”
He’d noticed me eyeing the angel in the mirror even while he and Yev exchanged pleasantries. Observant shade. I smiled brightly and slid out of my seat. “Let’s introduce ourselves.” I wasn’t going to cause a scene in Will’s bar if I could help it, but Gwain and I needed to have a chat.
The angel’s pale face grew even paler when he noticed me heading toward him, my hips sashaying with the confidence of someone who had everything under control. Because I did. Or I would soon. His eyes flicked from me to the shade and back again.
“Gwain? What’s wrong, honey?” The auburn haired woman wore a look of confusion as she followed his darting gaze. “Who are they?”
“My friends call me Cat,” I answered for him, voice friendly. This close I could tell the woman was human, and the sickly sweet smell mixed in with her sweat told me she was angelstruck. Poor girl. Sex with angels could be addicting to humans. Had Gwain slept with her? Disgust at the thought pooled in my stomach. Humans in the Know were always trying to cozy up to supes, many hoping to get turned. But angel junkies were a whole different breed.
“Skyla,” she murmured, but her attention wasn’t really on me. Curiosity burned in her hazel eyes as she studied my shade. Interesting. The angelstruck weren’t usually into non-angelic supes. “And you?” She sucked on her lower lip, looking at him from underneath her lowered lashes. Skyla was all seduction, wasn’t she? The emerald dress she wore added to the overall effect, riding high on her thighs and dipping low to reveal creamy cleavage.