Steal the Day (Thieves #2)(43)

I parked the car near the larger of the mausoleums, and Dev and Neil immediately got out to stretch. There was a second car parked behind the smaller building, and I silently thanked Daniel’s friend Nathan, who had driven the car up here two days earlier. Newlyweds seldom drove minivans. The sedan was just another layer of cover. Dev and I still had to drive a couple of miles north to make it to the B&B, but I wanted to make sure the boys were settled in before we left. We didn’t have long to wait as the sun was going down even as I parked the car.

“Zoey!”

I got out of the car and slid the side door open. Daniel was awake, and he really wanted out of that damn bag. Neil saw me and went to the other side of the van to wake Chad.

“I’m flying next time.” Daniel growled as he shoved the luggage off his legs and scrambled out of the car. When Danny mentioned flying, he wasn’t talking about the type of flight that involved deciding between coach and first class. He could fly all on his own. “Where’s your boyfriend?” He snarled the question.

It was right then that I remembered Daniel could listen in on daytime conversations when he wanted to. It was an easy thing to forget because he looked really, really dead during the day. He’d only mentioned it once, and that was a long time ago. My earlier conversation with Dev came back to haunt me.

“We need to get out of here, Danny.” I tried to reason with the jealous, pissed-off vampire. “We need to check in and get settled so we can look for the package tomorrow.” I mentioned business in the hopes that Daniel’s professional side might come out.

“Quinn!” Daniel yelled as he planted his feet solidly on the cemetery ground.

There wasn’t even a small part of me that thought Dev would take that as a smart-man’s cue to run. He wasn’t that guy. He was the guy who walked straight up to the angry vampire and smiled. “Hey, Dan, nice ride?”

“You motherf*cker,” Daniel spat, invading as much of Dev’s space as he possibly could. “I swear to god, if she gets sick I’ll kill you.”

Dev dropped the arrogance, his brows coming up in a look of complete confusion. “What the hell are you talking about, Donovan?”

“I’m talking about you being a walking, talking venereal disease,” Daniel snapped. “I’m talking about you sticking your dick into anything that moves.”

“Whoa, slow down there.” Dev always gave as good as he got. His face flushed with anger. “I’m a f*cking faery. I might not be full blooded, but I’ve never so much as had a cold, you idiot.”

“I don’t like my wife being one of hundreds.” Daniel continued to try to back Dev into a corner, which in the cemetery consisted of the mausoleum.

“I don’t like my girlfriend needing a f*cking blood transfusion every time she has to be in the same room as her vampire husband. Do you like draining her, Daniel? ‘Cause you seem to do it on a semi-regular basis.”

“Hey!” I yelled, trying to bring some reason to the situation, but Dev was plowing through, apparently thrilled at the chance to get some stuff off his chest.

“While we’re talking about it,” Dev said with an arrogant smile on his face, “I’ll put your mind at ease. I wear a condom when I screw your wife. Not because I’m worried about contracting anything. I know how sweet Zoey is. I would never hurt her, so until we decide to make a baby, I’ll wear a condom. You might be shooting blanks, man, but I assure you I am not. When she’s ready to get pregnant, I’ll fill her right up.”

I groaned because Dev really had Danny’s number. There wasn’t a single more hurtful thing he could have said. It wasn’t surprising when Daniel roared, picked up Dev by his shirt, and tossed him across the cemetery. My green-eyed boy flew about a hundred feet before a tree stopped his progress. He landed with a thud but, dipshit that he was, he got right back up, shaking off bits of bark.

“That the worst a vampire king can do?” Dev sneered. “I’ve been in better bar fights.”

Chad moved toward Daniel. I prayed he wasn’t going to protect his master by taking out Dev.

Neil stopped him as quickly as he could. “What are you doing?”

“Stopping the fight,” Chad replied as though it were a foregone conclusion.

Neil shook his head as though Chad really was na?ve. “You want to stop two really hot guys from putting their hands all over each other and maybe getting a little bloody and ripping some clothes off in the confusion?”

Chad stopped and smiled devilishly, proving that even blood-oathed vampires had priorities. “Put like that it seems like a stupid thing to do.”

I wasn’t getting any help from the gay guy contingent.

Daniel stalked his prey, fangs gleaming in the evening gloom. This had to stop. Danny could kill Dev without even thinking about it. I started to run up behind him, fully ready to plead for my dumbass boyfriend’s life, when I was knocked to the ground, my hands grabbing at dirt. I rolled out of the way, instinct taking over. I was surprised to see I’d tripped over some really thick vines that seemed to have a life of their own. The vines moved like snakes, winding this way and that. When I looked up, Dev was on his feet, his hands to the side, fingers spread wide. The thick vines were stalking their prey even as Daniel made his way to Dev. The vines were shiny and green, like new spring plants, but it was almost winter.