After tonight, I figured I’d never seen him again unless it was in class.
The elevator door shut, and that’s when I noticed two things. The first being that the elevator had no buttons inside it to call any of the floors, and second, how did he know my name?
6
A sacrificial lamb was still a dead lamb.
BASH
The moment I heard fresh meat entered the market, I was on high alert. Dorian knew better than to fuck with me. We had centuries of this nonsense and for all his stunted twenty-nine years of age he acted like a teenager throwing a tantrum. First convincing my treacherous wife to turn his sorry ass, and then Aileen, sweet girl who became his blood slut and then that of the entire Clan. She’d been branded a witch and then burned by the English. He really knew how to make life hell on Earth.
I wasn’t about to let him do that to Jane. I’d claim her before I let him touch a hair on her head. I had John drive her home again with her friends. It was the only thing I could think of as I had Andrew lead him to the dungeon to help out a witch and her lover. Kinky shit was his jam and I went home once John assured me she was safe.
“Always playing the good guy.” Dorian sat in the dark of my study tossing another apple into the air. I put out my hand and forced it into mine, overriding his abilities to move objects. “Show off.” He muttered, and I bit into the apple eating almost half of it in one bite.
“I’m certainly not luring innocent young women into a club with hungry supernatural beings.”
“I didn’t even get to play.” Dorian pouted. Of course not. He lured her there, she brought her friends and had I not intervened it could have been a real shit show with bodies piling up and me having to play clean up duty to his mess as usual.
“Either play nice with the sorority girls on campus or go back to France and hang out with Leo and Sara.” I said pissed off.
“I don’t want to play with them, they make me eat my vegetables.” He could sulk all he wanted but I wasn’t letting him near Jane. I hadn’t figured out what I felt for her but the bond as strong as evidenced by the connection we had to each other, feeling each other, sensing something between us.
“I don’t understand your issue with Jane. I don’t want this anymore than she would if she even knew.”
“Knew that she might be bonded to a bonafide Prince of Darkness.” He drawled.
“You hated my wife, you hated Aileen, I don’t understand you, Dorian. This is exactly why we don’t get along. You do crazy shit to people I care about and then come crawling back.”
“Your wife liked to turn village boys into her pets.” He sneered.
“Well, the sun took care of that thank you very much.” Despite my human sense of smell being gone, I still remembered the scent of burning flesh.
“Aileen was as good as the town bicycle if they’d been invented by then. I couldn’t stand to see my brother be humiliated.”
“So you called her a witch and they tortured her before they killed her.”
“Look, I’m just saying, if she quacks like a duck, rides a broom at midnight, and has cats follow her everywhere, she just might be a witch.”
“Do you hate women? Is that it?” I asked demanding an answer to a question I know I won’t get.
“How can you say that, Sebastián? I honor and cherish them.” He shrugged and we both knew nothing could be further from the truth. I’d possibly found a mate, though unclaimed, and he burned with jealousy. It was the only explanation I could come up with.
“Why are you pursing Jane? This isn’t a game.” I growled at him angrier than all his betrayals combined.
“Because you compelled her, a bond mate, and then you let her go. Took the fun out of the game and if you don’t take care of her then the council might decide she’s fair game.” He smiled standing up. “Oh, and by the way, you might get asked to teach a class today. Looks like Professor Michelson is taking a sabbatical in Greece.” He shrugged.
“What did you do to the professor?”
Dorian smacked his lips. “She was delicious and light, like virgin olive oil. Practically like drinking gold.”
My phone buzzed and Dorian