King of Hearts by Havan Fellows

Author:Havan Fellows
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal romance, paranormal, supernatural, gay romance, incubus, gay paranormal romance, gay paranormal, gay supernatural, gay demon romance, pulp friction

Chapter Five

“So, are we playing poker tonight or not?”

Laurant jumped. “Damn it, Jet, bark or something before you sneak up on a demon.”

“Now why would I do that?” The tall, dark and deadly Alpha chuckled as he walked across the sitting room.

He stopped at the coffee table and lifted the bottle of Gran Patrón Platinum, studying the label. “Feeling pretty good there, demon?”

“Had a fucking headache earlier, this settled it.” Laurant stood and stretched. “Where’s the rest of the bunch, or is it just you and me playing show-me-yours?”

“Nico said he’d meet me here, Ben and Artie are on their way, and Sabine…” Jet’s voice tapered off.

“Yeah, Sabine.” Laurant sighed, remembering that he wasn’t the only one with a fucked up life right now. Their best friend Sabine just found out his ghost lover tried to make their relationship a bit more permanent than Sabine was ready for and took matters into his own hand. “Maybe we should…I don’t know…look into finding Bart? I know what he did, but I gotta say that wasn’t our Sabine exorcising him.”

“Damn sure looked like Sabine to me,” Jet grumbled.

“What I believe the incubus means is that maybe Sabine had a helping hand of sorts.”

Jet jumped and spun simultaneously. “For your sake, you better cough next time you emerge out of nowhere,” he growled at the ancient vampire.

“Now why would he do that?” Laurant nodded at Nico.

“No smile today?” He cocked his head, and Laurant suddenly felt like he was on a petri dish. The vamp wigged him out sometimes.

Knowing that being surveyed by Nico was never a good thing, Laurant excused himself to get the snacks he’d bought from the kitchen. Nothing simpler than pizza rolls and chips.

When he stepped into the kitchen, the first thing that hit him was the sour smell from that damn tea the witch bitch tried to get him to drink. Even though he’d thoroughly cleaned the room, what had initially smelled divine while he was bespelled now had a lingering air about it that could burn nose hairs. He’d collected all the spilt tea back in the mug—compliments of his well-feasted powers—and brought them to Aymeric.

After arguing with his father about the unwelcomed visit of the twins, ignoring the man’s praise for his decision to true feed again, and relinquishing a Reader’s Digest version of the morning’s events, Aymeric agreed to have a sorceress he’d befriended during the First Crusade determine exactly what was in Dahlia’s special blend.

Laurant had a feeling it wasn’t available at The Spice & Tea Exchange.

“Shit, it stinks in here.” Jet twitched his nose. “Don’t you ever clean this place? I’ll hire you a service if you’re too fragile to get on your knees and do it yourself.”

Laurant ignored him as he ripped open the bags of chips and pretzels and filled the crystal bowls.

“Now I know there’s seriously something wrong. I rolled out the red carpet for you with that one.” Jet turned Laurant around and pushed his ass up against the counter.

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