Leo
“Weirdest f*****g strategy meeting I’ve ever attended. Tarot cards. Throwing bones. f**k me,” I grumble to myself, wandering a darkened alleyway on the edges of the plaza and sipping my faelily smoothie.
Then again, they’re weres—they’re weird anyway.
Especially the Creole pair from Gulf Coast pack.
I stop in a shadow, close enough that I can scan the crowds for vampires but far enough back to stay unnoticed. The Gulf Coast triumvir, Tarot, and her constant toying with her deck of cards is now at the forefront of my thoughts, again, where she’s been almost since the moment I heard her outside the conference room in the hallway talking to Ian in that sweet Louisiana southern accent of hers.
It’s the first time I’ve ever found a were remotely attractive, and it needles the f
