Forget Me Not (#2, The Mystic Wolves) by Boring Belinda

Author:Boring, Belinda [Boring, Belinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Moonstruck Media
Published: 2012-05-05T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“Home sweet home … well at least while I’m in town.”

Devlin swept out his arm in a grand gesture, moving to the side after he entered the house. Bending at the waist, he wore a large grin as though he was admitting a member of a royal family. I laughed, covering my mouth with my hand, and stepped over the threshold.

“It never fails to amaze me how many places you have,” I commented, looking around the foyer and noting nothing had changed much since I’d last been here. Out of all the places Devlin kept, this was the one I visited most because it was only a fifteen-minute drive from Woodside Hollow.

“Well, with being an Enforcer, it’s important to be able to come and go as I need and have a place of safety to use as a base of operations.” Devlin placed my suitcase down by the side table. “This is where I stay the most, though. With the King having a neighboring residence, and being part of the Council, he likes to keep me close. Of course, you’re nearby, so I like to keep an eye on you, too.” Devlin waved his hand, and I glanced at him funny. “Magical wards. It doesn’t hurt to be cautious. Let’s me know if anyone approaches.”

I started to make some sarcastic comment about being perfectly innocent and trouble free, when I heard footsteps bounding down the steps from the upstairs floor. Not expecting anyone to be here with us, I cast another curious look at Devlin, and he shook his head.

“Do you need to walk as though a herd of elephants is running wild in my home?” he bellowed, not at all the response I expected. Devlin wore an impatient expression, and when I didn’t see him reaching for weapons, I realized the noise must be coming from only one source.

Feet appeared first on the steps, followed by the lanky body of Vlad—Devlin’s charge, family member, and general pain in the butt. I personally had a soft spot for the poor disillusioned vampire, but even I couldn’t help bursting into laughter when I got a full look at what he was wearing.

“No. Turn around and change.” Devlin’s face was one of absolute certainty, and his voice spoke volumes. “Immediately.”

“Come now, Uncle. I’m old enough to dress myself,” Vlad retorted, chuckling. “I happen to think this will impress and draw the ladies to me.” Reaching the bottom of the stairway, he turned to face the mirror, and snorted. “I’m never going to get used to not seeing my reflection.”

“You don’t need one to know you look like a fool. Why can’t you dress normally?” Devlin sighed.

“Let’s get a third opinion since it seems we can’t agree. Darcy?” Vlad finally acknowledged I was standing there, and flashed a wide grin. “What do you say? Don’t I look amazing?”

He looked so proud of himself, dressed in what could only be described as something from the eighteen century. Wearing a deep blue velvet jacket with frills from the shirt sleeves poking out at the end, his trousers fell to just below his knees.

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