True Mate by Patricia Logan

Author:Patricia Logan [Logan, Patricia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Gay / Lesbian / LGBT
Amazon: B08Z8B9WM2
Goodreads: 57767811
Publisher: Westburg Publishing Corp
Published: 2021-04-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Prosper Woods Chronicle. Letters to the editor:

“I went to the fortune teller on main street yesterday. That place is a rip off. There was a real-life woman, not a crystal ball with a disembodied talking head. And not a single little car to ride around in with a hitchhiking ghost. Save your money.” Signed, “Ghostless and grumpy.”

Romeo

I didn’t notice Floyd until Vincent suddenly sat up straight and hissed beside me. Noting where his attention was, I glanced over at the door and spotted Floyd Reardon with two huge guys. One was Hispanic, covered with tattoos. I remembered him as the one who’d told Floyd there was no fighting me in unicorn form in Vincent’s yard the night the werewolves had come for my vampire. The other man had also been there that night. He was a big guy too, flanking the alpha werewolf and glowering at the four of us.

Floyd turned and glared at Greg before pointing at the table, and I watched the bartender’s eyes widen as he seemed to shrink against the back bar in fear. When they began walking over, I heard Sam’s growl grow louder. I could sense something under the surface of the man’s skin, and then I felt a pulse of fear come off him. I reached down and set my right hand on the gun at my hip, hoping I wasn’t going to have to pull it. I unsnapped the holster, freeing the weapon and sat up straight, narrowing my eyes at the three big men who stopped at our table looking down at us.

Floyd leaned down and grasped the table with two hands, and I made a quick sweep of the room with my eyes. I took note of where the customers sat, innocently enjoying their meals and drinks, seemingly unaware of the confrontation about to happen at our table. Floyd and his menacing enforcers certainly weren’t here to make small talk. I glanced down and was surprised to see that Floyd’s fingers had long claws which dug into the table as a low growl emanated from his throat.

“Well, lookie here,” he said in the same voice I’d heard the last time he’d threatened me and Vincent that night in my vampire’s yard. He was staring at Sam, hatred shining in his glowing yellow eyes. I could tell the young beta across from us was seconds away from shifting, and I really hoped he wouldn’t do that, not here, not in front of all these human witnesses.

“Floyd, I was just…” Sam began, before Floyd raised the palm of one hand. I watched it turn into a wolf’s paw complete with two-inch-long black claws. I knew the claws would make quick work of Sam’s throat, of all our throats if the werewolf alpha wanted to be so bold.

“Having a drink with the enemy, were…wolf?” Floyd enunciated each syllable of the word with a voice as deep and intimidating as he could possibly make it.

“Put your claws away, Floyd,” I said quietly. “Unless you want me to forcibly remove you in front of all these humans.

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