Natural Mage (Magical Mayhem #2)(22)

“Oh. Of course.” He pulled out the chair at the head of the table.

“Right.” I unslung my small handbag from over my shoulder and briefly thought about looping it over the back of the chair. Realizing it would look gauche in this fine establishment, I quickly dropped it by my feet so no one would notice it. I considered taking the napkin off the table and draping it in my lap, but that seemed a little premature, given there was no one else at the table.

Moss took the seat to my left, one of the two chairs on that side. Darius and Marie entered a moment later, each looking beautiful and glamorous and dressed to the nines.

I smoothed my dress over my lap, wishing I could sink back into my chair. I really should’ve bought a new dress. Or even borrowed one of Veronica’s.

“Miss Bristol,” Darius said with an earth-shattering smile. The man was a looker, no two ways about it. When he was in this form, of course. The other form would crack glass. “How has your evening been?”

“Great. Going well.” I bobbed my head and crossed my ankles, as if that would somehow bring me on par with these gorgeous folks.

Moss stood as the others approached, moving a seat farther away from me. He was probably all too happy to do so.

“You remember Miss Beauchene, of course.” Darius held out the newly vacated chair for Marie.

“Of course, yes. Hi.” I gave her a little wave.

“It seems Mr. LaRay startled you earlier.” Darius took the empty seat on my other side.

Another silent cue must’ve gone out—as if by bat sonar—because a lovely woman wearing a black wraparound dress and carrying a bottle of wine entered the room with a smooth glide. A faint tickle of her magic crawled across my skin like a cloud of insects, hinting of hunger and hunting, now a familiar warning.

I stiffened, watching her closely. After the failed training session, Reagan had given me some markers on how to tell a vampire’s age, going over the level of danger for each. Newbies, like the one I had killed, were totally unpredictable and wild. They’d lose themselves to bloodlust at the drop of a hat, and even though they weren’t incredibly strong or fast for vampires, they were plenty stronger and faster than me. But while the young ones were unpredictable, the elders—calculated, strategic, and wickedly strong and fast—were more dangerous in the long term. The other vamps ranked in the middle somewhere on a sliding scale according to age.

This woman’s gait, though smooth, had little hiccups that wouldn’t seem out of place for a human, something I’d never noticed with the other three vampires in the room. Her jaw clenched and unclenched, and her nostrils flared more than once. Her hand shook just a bit when she poured my wine, and her fingers bent in a flexed sort of way, like they were ready to spring claws.

Given that she did retain some level of smoothness, it was clear the struggle wasn’t too difficult for her. New, but not incredibly so.

I relaxed silently, only then realizing the rest of the vampires were watching me placidly. Probably waiting for me to answer a question I’d been too distracted to hear.

“Sorry, what?” I said.

“Not at all,” Darius answered politely, his posture all ease. “Please, take your time.”

“Oh, I was just… Um.” Would it be rude to say I was sussing out the danger? Probably. Although everything I did would probably be deemed rude in this highbrow setup.

“You were just taking in your surroundings.” Darius smiled in a disarming sort of way. It didn’t disarm anything. “On that topic, I noted your reaction to Mr. LaRay earlier this evening.”

“Right, yes. Yeah, sorry about that. He startled me.”

“Yes, so I gathered. And you reacted quickly and immediately. As you did with Clyde in the Edgewater.”

The Edgewater was a plush hotel in Seattle owned by Darius’s child—someone he’d made into a vampire. Someone I’d zapped a couple of times on impulse. I’d stayed there a few nights with some guy I didn’t want to keep thinking about.

“Yes.” I leaned back so the waitress could drape my napkin into my lap.

“You struggled to react to the various bombardments last night. Why is that, do you think?”

I barely stopped myself from nervously dabbing my forehead with the napkin. “If I knew the answer to that, I probably wouldn’t be sitting at this huge table with vampires.”

Speaking of the huge table…

“Where are all the other chairs?”

“I had them removed,” Darius said, not at all impatient or cross that I had changed the subject instead of answering his question. “Reagan doesn’t enjoy extra chairs around the table. You two are so similar, I thought you might have a similar issue.”

“Us? Similar?” I frowned at him. “We’re complete opposites.”

“I think Darius is confusing life with battle,” Marie said. “You and Reagan are similar in battle. Which is why we are perplexed that the training session didn’t go well. You froze up. Why?”

It seemed I wouldn’t be wiggling out of that topic of conversation.

I sipped my wine, thinking back to the night before. “My mind just went blank. I was trying to remember all the spells I’ve learned, and nothing would come.”

“Yet, when you are not thinking at all, spells come easily, as Mr. LaRay can attest,” Darius said.