Chapter Eighteen

Coming out of the vision was easier than it has ever been before, almost like opening your eyes from a dream... at least that"s what I imagine it"s like.

"Whoa! Look at your arm, Ron," Roxy exclaims.

On the spot that was burning is the image in the exact likeness of Drug"s Hellhound. Four barrel nose and pointed ears, it even has two punctures on his neck showing that he"s been bitten... or claimed.

"Great, now I won"t be able to date with this tattoo scaring everyone off."

Roxy"s mumbles are easily heard and Drac laughs, tilting his head to the side showing off a Crow on his neck. "Same here, Baby Crow."

Roxy hisses but I look at Draven, he too has a crow on his neck. I wonder if Drug got one. Oh Drug, I need him back, the fucker. I decide not to tell them what's happening to their sister. It won"t do her any good if they lose their shit.

"Let"s get back to the house and get Darren. We need to see if he has any more information to help us."

Draven and Drac quickly pack up their duffels as I grab mine. We join hands and siphon back to the house.

The first thing I do when we arrive is head for the storage fridge and grab as many packs of blood as possible. Mayfly has a few connections with nurses and doctors who he gets fresh human blood from. He sells the packs just as drug dealers would sell narcotics. He does this with anything supernaturals need. Even the witches.

Mayfly has his hands in many different buckets and he"s someone I need to visit soon, perhaps he"ll know something useful. Afterall, there"s no rest for the wicked and Mayfly is one wicked bastard.

After finishing my seventh bag of blood I grab another and head back into the living room where both couples are sucking faces. Gag!

I toss the half empty bag, having lost my appetite at the very uncomfortable PDA going on.

"Uhh, can you savages do this later? We need to get Darren here and you know he"ll burn something down if he sees you four fucking."

Rory rolls her eyes, "We weren"t fucking, Ronny. Sheesh. Dramatic much?"

"Bitch, it was heading that way, Roxy already has her hand down Joker"s pants... Roxy! Fuck, stop dude." I pinch the bridge of my nose.

She pulls her hand free and smiles at Drac who looks very pleased with himself. I swear, these four are going to make me ditch them.

"Here." I toss them bags of blood as I start organizing my man"s rescue. "One of you needs to get Darren here while I go pay a visit to Mayfly."

Joker makes a surprised face, "Already going to go visit your fuck buddy? That didn"t take long."

I"m on him in a minute and Roxy doesn"t stop me, in fact she scoots over as I grab Joker by the throat, pushing his head back. Drac isn"t holding back either, he grabs my throat in the same way, growling as I hiss.

"Your brother is the only man I want or will ever want. You speak from your ass, dog. You know nothing about my love for him." I knock his hand away and ignore the cuts his fucking claws left behind as I get an inch from his face while pulling my blade from my boot.

Roxy gives a warning groan, sounding like a feral demon but I ignore her as I put the tip of the blade at her man"s groin.

"I may not be able to kill you, Drac but I can and I will cut your fucking balls from your body." To show him I mean my shit, I put pressure on the blade. His eyes flare but the sadistic asshole smiles before snapping his teeth in my face.

Fucker is psychotically perfect for Roxy.

I push off of him and slide my knife back in place.

"Now, I"m going to visit Mayfly to see if he"s ever done business with Merelda. You guys find out if Darren has anything useful."

I turn to head upstairs to my room so I can change out of these filthy clothes but a heavy set of footsteps behind me have me turning back.

"Drug would never forgive me if I didn"t go with you," Draven says as stoic as ever.

I cross my arms over my chest and level him with a go fuck yourself look, "I do not need a babysitter and if you"re insinuating what your dickface brother just did, I will stab you."

I"m not fucking around either, Rory"s mate or not, I will draw blood.

Draven smirks, "Of that I have no doubt but what you said back in the woods... We"re a team now, a family. I got your back."

This softens my stance. I guess Draven isn"t a stoned-face prick anymore.

"But hurry up cause I want to get back to fucking your..."

My boot to his chest doesn"t knock him down as I had planned but it does stop his nasty words. Unfortunately, it makes him bust up laughing like a damn clown.

Assholes, I tell ya.

Once I finish changing and cleaning up, I turn to go down the stairs but stop myself. I want to see if I can channel my new powers on cue. I look across the room and see the hamper, hanging over the edge of it is Drug"s shirt. He took it off the day we had our steamy shower.

I focus on the feel of gravity and how it holds everything down relentlessly, hugging everything to the earth. Then I picture its grip slipping from around the cotton shirt. I imagine gravity leaving one stitch at a time until it finally lets it go.

The shirt lifts off the hamper and I squeal like a piglet, happy to see that even with my excitement, the shirt continues to levitate.

I lift my hand and do a quick come hither motion with my fingers. The shirt flies to me so fast, it"s like someone threw it. The shirt sails right to my hand leaving me breathless and filled with so much excitement.

I try it again with something solid and again, it flies right to my hand. I figured out that the faster I motion with my fingers, the faster the object flies.

I learned that the hard way when I was trying to get the bookend, a crystal ball, to come to me and it nailed me right in the mouth.

Okay, now that I pretty much have that ability down, I try for my Hellfire. If I"m going to fight Merelda, I need to learn how to call this flame fast without a struggle.

After a few minutes of trying, I can finally call the black flames to my fingers. It seems the flame is bigger when Drug is touching me though because the flames only come out of my fingertips.

"Let"s go, Ronny!"

Draven yells from downstairs like an annoying brother. I knock on wood like I"ve seen humans do because having a pushy sibling is seriously bad luck.

Looking down at my new tattoo of Drug"s Hellhound, I rub it with a smile, "I"m coming Drug."

"Ahh, my lovely Crow has come for a visit." Mayfly"s smooth voice reaches my ears as we enter Club Lust.

"She isn"t here for your drool, Nymph so put your tongue back in your face." Draven snarls from my side.

I swear, men with egos are just so annoying. If they pull their dicks out for measuring I"ll cut them off. Hmm, seems like I have a thing for cutting dicks off.

"She brings her guard dog too, wonderful."

I hold up my hand, halting Draven"s comeback.

"Enough. Draven is right, I"m not here for anything other than some information, Mayfly. I need to know if you"ve done any business with the witches, an elder to be exact."

Mayfly"s eyes flare with interest before he nods to his bodyguards. The men usher everyone out of the private VIP section, "Right this way."

We follow the Nymph up the stairs but we don"t speak until the doors are closed. Remembering the moth, I put a finger to my lips and begin looking around the small room. Can"t be too careful where Merelda is concerned.

"What are you looking for, beautiful?" Mayfly says as he pours himself a drink.

"Black moths. They"re the familiars of Merelda Hound."

Mayfly freezes but brushes it off quickly and if I hadn"t been watching him I wouldn"t have caught it. Please tell me I won"t have to kill this guy.

"What do you want with the Elder?" he asks with false nonchalance.

"She took something that belongs to me and I want it back," I tell him coldly, the less details with this dude, the better. I don"t want or need him having any kind of leverage over me because I will do almost anything to get Drug back.

"Mhmm." Mayfly sips his drink as he watches us from over the rim.

"Where is the other dog, your mate? He was very possessive last time I saw him. It seems rather peculiar that he isn"t here with you considering it"s me you"re visiting with."

I hate lying so I choose to stay silent with my brow cocked. I"m giving the cunning prick ten seconds to start talking or I use my newfound gifts on him.

Lifting one finger, I begin counting and as each finger lifts, I let my pretty black flames lick on each digit.

Mayfly chokes on his drink at little as I count, "One, two, three, four..."

"Fucking hell, Crow. Put the flames away. I"ll tell you what I know about Merelda but I want something in return."

Draven chuckles before pouring himself a drink and sitting back like he"s enjoying the show.

"What is it you want?" I ask warily. If he asks for a blowie, I"ll bite the thing off. Yep, definitely have a thing for dick removals.

Mayfly smiles salaciously and licks his lips like he"s about to eat a full course meal at a five star restaurant and I"m internally groaning. I used to think Mayfly was stupid handsome and while I still do, this wicked man does nothing for my lady parts.

Draven looks like he"s hoping the Nymph says something disrespectful so he can tear into him but I have an inkling that the fucking twinkle in Mayfly"s eye has nothing to do with me.

"I have a feeling you'll bring me what I seek most."

The fuck?

I stare at him for a moment, waiting for the weirdo to elaborate but he waits for me to agree. This guy is nuts.

Draven"s eyebrows are practically in his hairline as he holds the cup to his mouth, like the ominous response made him pause mid drink.

"Well, do we have a deal?"

"What kind of information are we talking here and what is it you seek most?"

Mayfly bellows with laughter like a maniac and I"m seriously questioning his mental stability at this moment until he opens his mouth and practically throws Drug a life preserver.

"Why, I"m offering you her location and as for what I seek... That"s my business." That last part is said with the face of the deadly man he is beneath his charming exterior.

Whatever.

"Fine." I take his hand and seal the deal.