Chicagoland2 Friday Night Bites by Chloe Neill

Author:Chloe Neill
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

THEY’LL EAT YOU ALIVE

Ethan, in black pants and a snug, long-sleeved black shirt, stood at the threshold of

Mallory’s kitchen, hands in his pockets. His hair was tied back, the casualness of the

ensemble indicating he had plans that didn’t involve negotiations or diplomacy. Mallory

and Catcher stood just behind him. Morgan’s eyes snapped open, emotion tightening his

features and, for a fraction of a second, silvering his eyes. I was just kind of dumbfounded.

Why was Ethan here? “If you want me to court her properly, Sullivan, you’re going to

need to give us some time alone.” The words and tone were for Ethan, but his gaze was

on me. “My apologies for the . . . interruption,” he said, but he couldn’t have sounded

more sarcastic. In fact, he sounded plenty happy to interrupt. It was a long, quiet,

awkward moment before Morgan finally looked over at him. They exchanged manly nods,

these two Masters, the two men who together controlled the fates of two-thirds of the

vampires in Chicago. Two men who claimed a little too much authority over my time.

“I’m sorry to steal her away,” Ethan said, “but we have Cadogan House business.” “Of

course.” Morgan turned back to me, and in full view of God and the assorted houseguests,

kissed me softly. “At least we got dinner.” I looked up into baleful eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Sure.” Uncomfortable silence fell again until Morgan offered, “I guess I should get going

and leave you two to your . . . business.” His tone was petulant, as if he wasn’t entirely

convinced Ethan was here for Cadogan-related reasons. God only knew why Ethan had

decided to darken Mallory’s door. If he needed me, why hadn’t he just paged me? “I’ll

walk you out,” I said. Ethan, Catcher, and Mallory turned to their sides in the hallway,

allowing us egress from the kitchen. Morgan walked out, me behind, both of us ignoring

Ethan as we passed him. I walked him to the door and resumed my position on the stoop.

“It’s not your fault,” Morgan said, his eyes on the house. There was no doubt about

that—it’s not like I invited Ethan over—but I wondered if he really thought me truly

blameless. I’m sure he mostly blamed Ethan, but Morgan had raised questions before

about my relationship with my Master. This probably wasn’t helping. Whatever his

thoughts, he shrugged off the gloom and gave me a cheery smile, then bobbed his head

toward the brownstone. “I suppose being an omnipotent Master has its advantages: having

people at your beck and call.” “Don’t you have people at your beck and call?” I asked,

Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) reminding him that he was one of the Masters he’d been referring to. “Well, I do have

them, but I don’t think I’ve officially becked “I’m not sure about hot shit, but the Sentinel

part is true enough.” I cast my own dark glance at the doorway; Ethan and Catcher

communed in the hall. “Although I have no idea what this is about.” “I’d like to know.” I

looked back at him, hoping he wasn’t about to pump me for information.

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