Fane could feel her surprise at hearing his voice in her mind. He smiled; he loved surprising her. It was a nice change of pace as he was usually the one being surprised.
"Crap. Is he on his way here?" Fane heard the anxiety in her voice.
"Hell is on his heels, love."
"You are enjoying this entirely too much, White Fang."
"Aw. Now, Jacquelyn, that is no way to speak to your mate." Fane laughed.
"Just remember, wolf-man, I will follow through with my threat to have that dog house built for you. Now how long?"
"You wound me with your words, Luna."
"Fane, I'm not playing with you. How long till the brooding fur ball arrives?"
Fane did not bother to tell Jacquelyn that he and Decebel had been driving while they'd been conversing. The bar was only five minutes from the mansion. He grinned to himself as he and Decebel climbed out of the Hummer. Decebel had parked directly behind Sorin's vehicle, effectively blocking any chance for escape.
As Fane pulled open the door to the bar, he took in the scene and nearly lost his composure.
"You're looking stunning, Luna, if not a little under-clothed." Fane watched as Jacquelyn's eyes, big as saucers, met his across the bar. He grinned wickedly. Raising his eyebrows, he whispered in her mind, "Gotchya."
Chapter 7
As Sorin pulled into the parking lot of the small bar, all he could think was that Decebel and possibly Fane were going to skin him alive once they found out he'd let the three harpies talk him into taking them out. There weren't any clubs for the girls to go to, so they had helpfully suggested a bar.
Yeah, Sorin thought. I walked right into that one.
"This is going to be great." Jacque grinned as she opened the door and got out of the Hummer.
"I'm pretty sure I'll have a more positive attitude once I've been introduced to this wonderful friend called vodka I hear so much about in this country," Jen grumbled.
"Absolutely no drinking," Sorin announced.
All three girls stopped mid-stride and looked at Sorin, at each other, and then broke into laughter.
Sorin growled, which only caused them to laugh more. This was a bad idea, Sorin thought to himself as he pulled the door to the bar open. The dark interior was lit up briefly by the street light and sounds from inside filled the night as the girls walked in with Sorin bringing up the rear.
All three girls stopped and allowed their eyes to adjust to the darkness. Then Jen took the lead and headed directly for the bar. Sorin picked up his pace and met her there at the same time.
"Hey, Costin," Sorin addressed the bartender who was also a member of the pack. " Nu alcool pentru art.hot. trei musketeers. (No alcohol for the three musketeers)"
Jen turned to Sorin. She raised an eyebrow and grinned wickedly. Sorin swallowed, not liking the look in the she-wolf's – no matter how dormant she was – eyes.
Jen looked back at Costin and smiled warmly. "Hey, Costin. I've seen you around the mansion but I don't think we've been formally introduced. I'm Jen, and these are my two best friends, Jacque and Sally." The girls smiled and waved at him.
Costin winked at them, causing them to blush. That wink was all the encouragement Jen needed. She leaned closer over the bar and batted her eyes at the young wolf. "So, we've been wanting a night out to, ya know, relax. Surely you can help a girl out?"
Costin smiled widely, then looked at Sorin who was dutifully trying to stare the wolf into submission. Much to Jen's amusement Costin winked at Sorin.
"I don't think one small drink will hurt anything, Sorin."
“We are eighteen, after all,” Jen helped.
Sally raised her hand, "Well I'm no- "
Jen slapped her hand down before she could finish. "Sally's older and hates being lumped in with us younger women," she covered while glaring at Sally, daring her to contradict her.
Sally looked at Jacque, who simply shrugged her shoulders.