Zauran by Poppet Page A

with fractured tones like a violin playing all strings simultaneously. He's cute too.
    He has longish black hair, a bit like Superman on a bad hair day. In fact that's exactly who he reminds me of, Superman crossed with Lou Ferrigno.
    I nod, blushing, calculating that he must be at least six foot eight.
    Damn, that's fucking tall.
    I'm tempted to ask him if all neuri look like him but change my mind, biting my lip and heading back to the ladies room.
    I'm bored. It's time I found some fire to fight with. I'm missing the burn.
     
    It doesn't take long before I'm back in the maze of dark passages, heading toward the main doors and the hub.
    I'm a little let down that Darise has become such an insipid guy. He is still a total hottie, but missing the charisma that used to bend my bones and roll my eyeballs white.
    Do I just go and not say goodbye, or, do I go back there, flirt, enjoy a bit of attention, and then call it a night?
    There's always that dark stranger to contemplate. What is a neuri, exactly?
    I'm blindsided when movement blurs the shadows and body slams me into the thick carpet which lines all the walls.
    “ Božena , come home with me.”
    Jowendrhan's hand is on my neck, strapping me to the wall at my back and giving me the sensual thrill of intimidation.
    “ Darise is no longer the vampyre you fell in love with. I know what you want...” He leans heavier into my hips, his charismatic voice sliding deeper into an intimate whisper. His mouth rests on my cheekbone to harness my attention, “You want the thrill, the danger, the supernatural darkness...”
    He draws out the sss in a hissss. It's chillingly sexy.
    The hand not supporting his weight hides my breast in a hot palm. “Come with me,” he teases seductively.
    The innuendo is blatantly clear.
    Darise is different. He's a watered down version of who he used to be. I'm a little disappointed to be honest.
    As if I spoke out loud, Jowendrhan yanks me off the wall and swivels, stepping with me into a rush of swimming shadows.
    Another step, held steady in his strength, and I'm inside a pristine white room; the lighting is low, and ambient music drifts across the floor like transient mist across a cemetery.

 
    Chapter 11
     
     
    Sveta and Ryan:
     
    Ryan watches me after she vanishes with the only vampyre left with any clout; Jowendrhan.
    “ What?” I mumble, downing what's left of my vodka and considering getting myself a beer.
    “ Will she turn him, or will he turn her?”
    I shrug, “They all seem to want to be mortal. I for one look forward to having the last of his kind wink into extinction. Good riddance to heaven's crap.”
    “ Sveta, what's the deal with Božena?” he says, giving me the don't consider avoiding me or the question , stare.
    Ryan's an elder, an alpha of immense esoteric magic, and it pleases me when he plants a beer down on the table next to my hand, sitting on the chrome and leather chair at the other side of my table after twisting it the wrong way round.
    Surveying around me, I appreciate long legs wobbling their length inside slut shoes. The skirts are too short, the tops too low, the cleavage too perfect, the hair so treated it's almost laughable. This is my playground and I come here to screw humanoids into screaming my name, waiting for the one special scent to walk through that sinful door.
    She walked in tonight and left with the wrong species. This is going to be rectified, soon.
    “ What do you mean 'what's the deal'?” I say, taking the first long swallow of golden bitterness with my focus tracing the outline of a thick nipple suctioned by red fabric on the rack walking past.
    “ Why does she look and smell like Zaria?”
    “ You haven't met Phoebe. There are three of them. They could be triplets except that their ages are different and they grew up on opposite ends of the world.”
    “ Have you met Phoebe?”
    “ I tailed her for Zauran, yeah. We're trackers Ryan, there's nothing we're better at than