From their table, Joey watched Sorcha sashay to the bar. “How did I ever find my little firecracker?”
“She blew you off the first time you talked to her.” Trevor laughed. “I still remember the way you tried to get her number, and she flipped you off before walking away. Then you sang that awful rendition of What’s Your Name. At least that got her attention.”
“I knew she was mine the moment I laid eyes on her.”
Trevor slapped him on the back. “You two make one hell of a pair. But watch out,” he nodded to the door, “I have a feeling the night’s about to take a turn for the worse.”
“Bloody hell.” He groaned. “We were having so much fun. I didn’t even get Sorcha back to the alley yet. I knew we should have skipped the bar and went for the cabin, but she was so looking forward to playin’ pool.”
Roxy’s brow arched as she also noticed Desire, who walked in like she owned the place. Nearly every set of eyes landed on her. “Oh, this should get interesting. The claws are about to come out.”
Desire’s scowl morphed to a smile as she turned toward Joey. Apparently she hadn’t noticed Sorcha who zeroed in on her from the bar.
Roxy smirked. “Should I intervene before blood is spilled?”
Trevor shook his head. “Doubt that’s a good idea.”
“Don’t see much of an option.” She slid out of her seat.
Trevor shot Joey a look that made his hair stand on end. “If Roxy gets hurt because you were stupid enough to dip your dick in that stinkpot, I’m going to kill you.”
Joey rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, I doubt Sorcha lets Rox play. She still wants to kill the witchy whore.”
* * * *
Sorcha turned to find Desire start in Joey’s direction. She leaned across the darkly polished wood. “Lana, hold those drinks. I may have to cut a bitch.” She tapped her sharp nails on the counter before spinning back to intercept the woman who wanted to take her man.
Desire stopped moving when Roxy walked into her line of sight and crossed her arms over her chest, hip out. “Joey’s not interested.”
“And you care why?” she snipped.
Sorcha bit her tongue to keep from laughing.
“He’s family. As is Sorcha, who he’s in love with. I’ve heard about your twisted game.”
Desire leaned in close to sniff her neck. “Oh, sweetie, I’d love to taste you first.” She reached a hand out to touch Roxy, probably to try enthralling her.
Even knowing Roxy was a druid, and naturally resistant to all forms of mind control, Sorcha wasn’t about to risk testing her power. Trevor was likely to kill her, or even Joey, if Desire managed to hurt his woman.
Sorcha reached out and dragged her nails down Desire’s arm, pulling attention from Roxy.
Desire whipped her hand out and grabbed Sorcha’s wrist. Her eyes blazed scarlet as she glared back. Sorcha felt the pull in her mind before Roxy grabbed Desire’s jaw and yanked her focus back with a growl.
Sorcha caught the flash of white from Roxy’s chilling stare. “Now, now,” Roxy warned, “no touching, or tasting, me or my friends. You’re not wanted here.”
“Do you know who I am? Everyone wants me.”
Roxy laughed out loud. “Not everyone. You’re welcome to find someone who does, but you’re obviously in the wrong place.”
One hand still on her arm, Desire squeezed tighter. Sorcha grabbed the witch’s hand with her free one and pierced Desire’s skin. The blood flowed down her wrist, and she let go with a hiss.
Sorcha’s eyes nearly fell out of her head as she watched Desire’s smooth, pale flesh thin and crinkle.
“No!” she wailed, jerking away. Her eyes rounded as she stared at her hand, now covered in dark age spots and bulging veins. Desire ran out of the building with a screech.
Roxy blinked and turned toward her. “What the fuck was that?”
Sorcha shook her head. “I’m not sure. Never seen anything like it.”
Roxy fumbled to get her phone out, then started texting.
“What are you thinking?”
“You said she’s a witch. Fiona mentioned blood magic. Something about how it could rejuvenate someone. Isn’t Desire sixty-something?”
Sorcha nodded, a frown pulling at her lips as Joey and Trevor joined them.
“Should we leave?” Joey asked gruffly.
Sorcha looked at her hand with a frown. “Nah. I should wash the skank’s blood off though.” She started for the bathroom with an anxious Joey on her heels.