Panahasi[Demon Warriors 5] by Lynn Hagen

Author:Lynn Hagen [Hagen, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00A796RN8
Publisher: Siren Publishing
Published: 2012-11-12T11:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

“This isn’ t Malcor’s,” Drake pointed out as they stepped out of a shadow—which he hated to use. He felt like he was going to vomit every single time they used it. They were in some dark parking lot, a row of motorcycles parked out front, and loud music streaming from inside the small shack of a building.

The damn place looked like a good, stiff wind would knock it over.

“I know.” Panahasi turned, walking backward as he smiled at the two. “I figured this place would be better suited for us.”

“Why?” Casey asked. “Are you ashamed to be seen with us at Malcor’s?”

They were wearing the same clothes they had come to the demon realm in. Although the clothes were washed daily, Drake was getting really sick of putting the same jeans and shirt on. Not to mention he could use a new pair of shoes. His running shoes were looking a bit dingy and worn out.

Panahasi stopped, the smile fading from his face. “I am very proud to call you mine. I just thought you would want to hang out in one of my favorite places. I come here to unwind…a lot.”

Drake smacked Casey on the back of his head. “Way to make him feel like shit.”

“How the hell was I supposed to know?” Casey asked, glaring at Drake.

“Do I need to break you two up?” Panahasi asked.

“Nope,” Drake said. “Let’s hang out and have some fun.”

“We are in the human realm, just so you know.”

In other words, no showing off any shifter qualities.

They stepped into the place, the sights and sounds immediately assailing Drake. He could smell hickory and smoke, which meant someone was grilling. His stomach growled at the mouthwatering scents.

Drake loved to eat. He loved barbeque most of all. Give him a rack of ribs, or a pulled pork sandwich, and he was in heaven.

As he glanced around, he saw that the place was half packed. There was also a stage to his left, pool tables, dartboards, loud men, and lively music. The juke box was currently playing“You” by Breaking Benjamin.

“What’s up, Panahasi,” a man said as he gave Drake’s mate a quick man hug. Drake was shocked to see anyone touching Panahasi. The man screamed fuck off from his attitude in the demon realm, but it seemed in the human realm, he was as comfortable as a tick on a dog.

Where in the hell had that analogy come from?

Maybe it was the Southern feeling of the place. It reminded him of the time he and Casey had spent in Montgomery, Alabama. The place was Southern as it could be, but the barbeques he and Casey had been invited to were some of the best times he could remember.

He and Casey had worked in a shithole gas station back then, and his boss loved to toss a pig on a spit—Tommy’s exact words, not Drake’s. They had been invited to a few pig roasts, and he and Casey had had a great time.

Their boss, Tommy, used to joke that he ate everything on the pig but the oink.

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