A Hint of Cayenne (The Trouble With Elves Book 4) by Decadent Kane

Author:Decadent Kane [Kane, Decadent]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Paranormal Romance
Published: 2015-05-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Thorn stepped out of his blink, readjusting his prick. The elfess had smelled so damn good, and his body reacted to her and her heat. The image of Cayenne backed up against a tree played havoc with his body, and he groaned. He would find her again, but, first, there was a debt he had to figure out how to pay.

The underground tunnels were dark with fireflies lighting the way in between lanterns and smelled like earth and water. The best way to gamble and get a rush at the same time was to visit the drow. They lived in the tunnels, thousands of them, and the tunnels covered the whole underground of the realm. The drow used to be elves, until the Feral, an elf disease, took over. They lived off souls, elf souls to be exact. Pulled them right out of bodies like a breath of air. That’s where the rush came in; he never knew when or if they would take his soul. Today might very well be the day. He didn’t have the eighteen gold to repay his gambling debts, and drow didn’t forgive.

Thorn took the familiar path down the left side of the tunnels, took a right, another left, and then sauntered into the Dugout, basically a bunch of gambling tables, a few drinks, and a mix of elf, drow, and humans. Tonight there were no humans or elves, aside from himself. Three big drows leaned against the wall to his right. Their black skin crackled as blood red veins popped out.

“Just the guy I’ve been waiting for. Thorn, how are you this fine evening?” Birch clapped his hands together, his dark eyes amused as they met Thorn’s.

“Depends.” Short simple answers were the way to go.

“On?”

“If you plan to suck out my soul because I don’t have your money.”

The amusement left Birch’s eyes. His jaw clenched. “And where might my money be? You claimed you’d have it. A good bounty you said.”

“I did have a good bounty, twenty gold worth. But...” Thorn leaned up against a table next to Birch. “There was also an elfess. Let’s just say things got out of hand, or maybe in hand, and I turned the money over to her like a good gentleman.”

Laughter bubbled up from Birch’s broad black chest. He took a deep breath to calm himself, wiped away a tear, and shook his head. “Now what am I going to do with you?”

“How about not eat my soul,” Thorn offered.

“Get off it. If I eat your soul, I don’t get my money. Since you don’t have my money, how do you suppose we can rectify the situation?”

“I could work for you?” Thorn folded his arms across his chest.

Birch pondered the idea. He slowly walked around the Dugout, watching his feet. Short white strands of hair fell over his forehead. Thorn had no clue if working for the drow was even possible, but it beat many of the alternatives Birch could come up with when left to his own devices.

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