Murder in Misery (Spook Squad) - By Ashley K. Broome Page 0,10
other Supernaturals. The sounds of them scenting both Keegan and Matt as they made their way to the main floor sent shivers up her spine.
Keegan grabbed his arm and whispered close to his ear as the hallway opened up to the main floor. “Next time don’t try so hard to focus. Once you get through the hallway the whole, someone just drugged my drink feeling disappears. It is spelled to bother the mundane. It’s supposed to make you want to leave.”
Keegan paused as Matt took in the room. He stood dumbstruck as if he couldn’t believe that a place in the SD could look like this. It was full of warmth, chatter from people pressed close together and music thumping throughout the area. The tables that had been scattered across the floor were full of Supernaturals not hiding behind their human masks of daytime.
Ghouls let their skin revert to the marble of greens, blues and blacks. Vampires lingered with their eyes dark as night, not a shade of color except the red of their lips. Demon’s flaunted their power with the flick of their eyes. The bright colors that rimmed the pupil indicated how powerful they truly were.
Keegan felt Matt watching her as she finally dropped all the human barriers she placed on herself during the day. Her shoulders dropped as her body relaxed. Dark lines slipped out from under the back of her tank top and followed the same path of her veins. She even moved differently here. Her body swayed, tilted and slipped past other supernaturals. She felt her blood heat up with every scent she took in and she moved like a predator, someone that others Supernaturals should be weary of. When heads turned to see who she was before they began to shift out of her way when she moved, told Matt that there was much more to Keegan Morne than he could ever possibly know. She could feel the way they were still being watched as they settled in at an empty corner of the bar.
“Keegan Morne, what can I do for you my darling?” The voice was whiskey smooth and it held a southern drawl to it. The sheer power that radiated off of the bartender was enough for Matt to know that Diyo was something more than just your average supernatural being. The way he held himself with his posture straight and his body poised reminded Matt of Roman soldiers. It made him wonder hold long Diyo had actually been around.
Keegan leaned over the bar, her lips coming close to the man’s ear as she rested her hand on his muscled forearm. “A minute of your time would be nice. That is if you can spare one for me?”
The bartender’s eyebrows shot up towards his hair line before his lips curled into a wicked smile. The deep blue iris darkened until it turned black. “I can only spare a moment if you leave him out here.”
Keegan glanced over her shoulder at Matt. It took one screw up for things to go south and someone would be dead in a matter of seconds. She was a fan of Matt Hollis but she wasn’t going to be responsible for bring him into Diyo’s and getting him killed. “I don’t think so Diyo.”
“It’s like that is it?” Diyo mindlessly wiped at the bar in front of them. “I thought you were a one man type of girl.”
“I am,” Keegan’s lips curled into a sinful grin as she pressed even closer to Diyo. “But we both know you are anything but man.”
Diyo licked his lips and shook his head. “Even if I said no, we both know you’d work your magic and get me to give up the goods anyway. Follow me and bring your boy toy with you. If you leave him out here then someone is bound to tie him up and give him a try.”
Keegan nearly broke out in laughter at the blush Matt was sporting from Diyo’s comment. She grabbed his hand and led him around the bar to follow Diyo to one of the back rooms.
“Did he just suggest what I think he did?” Matt whispered into Keegan’s ear.
“You smell good.” Diyo answered Matt, unabashed that he was listening in. “Plus if Keegan brought you in here it’s kind of hard to resist. She never brings a guest with her. Everyone is going to want to know who you are and why she brought you here.”