Hidden Talents by Emma Holly

Hidden Talents by Emma Holly

Author:Emma Holly
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Emma Holly
Published: 2011-03-25T16:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER EIGHT

The club was in East Elfyunk, a mixed-income, mixed-race suburb outside the city core. They drove there in a massive tricked-out black Hummer. Blackwater didn’t bother with an obfuscation spell, though he did bring along the spink demon and two more hunks of muscle for bodyguards. One of them was the beefy sorcerer, whom Adam learned was named Francis. He probably preferred Frank, but that would just make Blackwater enjoy calling him Francis more.

Given how he’d eyed Ari earlier, Adam didn’t feel too sorry for him.

He forgot him entirely when he saw the sign for the worn down two-story building that housed their destination. Adam had heard about this place. He had an immediate inkling why they’d come.

Evie’s was a supper and music club that had been popular since the 1930s. Criminals liked it, but so did succeeding generations of Resurrection’s youth. For them, the air of danger added to its cachet. Though it was Tuesday, a slow night for many places, the graveled parking lot that surrounded the club was packed. Their driver handed a bribe to the attendant and got them a reserved spot.

“Who’s Evie?” Ari asked as Adam helped her climb out. This was more than politeness. The dress Blackwater had sent to their room wasn’t designed for getting in and out of large vehicles. The slinky gray satin number was spared from baring the hooch in her coochie only by its final layer of fringe. Ari grimaced as the strappy heels he’d included wobbled on the gravel, but Adam had to admit she looked amazing.

This was a different sort of dress from Maria’s. In it, Ari was a woman and not a girl, one with the power to turn heads. Blackwater might not be personally interested in that, but his pride would enjoy being seen with a female other men would admire.

“Evie isn’t a who, my dear,” he said now. “Evie is a what.”

When the Eunuch stepped out of the Hummer, one of the goons brushed his spotless cream linen suit for him.

“Okay,” Ari said. “What’s Evie?”

“Evie is Mariska Andoor. She owns the club, and she’s an elf-vampire, hence E.V.”

“What does that even mean?” Ari asked. “She only drinks blood on St. Patrick’s day?”

Blackwater laughed lightly. “Ah Ari, how I’ve missed your sense of humor.”

His tone gave Adam a turn, reminding him there’d been a time when the Eunuch and Ari might have been if not friends at least friendly. He’d saved Ari and her companions from starving on the street. She must have felt grateful to him, until she figured out how dark his nature was.

Maybe Ari was remembering too. She frowned and smoothed her dress’s fringe down her upper legs. “How do you make an elf-vampire? Do the vampires bite them?”

Blackwater enjoyed playing teacher, which she likely knew. “Elves can’t be turned, but they are one of only two races who can breed with vampires. Vampires can’t breed amongst themselves, of course, not being alive anymore.”

“Who’s the other race?” Ari asked, clearly curious in spite of her dislike.



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