Slowly Hannibal stepped out of the fountain, eying the floor as water pooled on the floor around his feet. He slid his dark gaze to her much lighter one. A smirk formed on his lips, “Really? Mine too.” He waggled his brows playfully at the pretty temptress. Deep down in his gut something about her felt off. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it, but he knew that she wasn’t…normal. Dark eyes watched, dropping down below her chin as she tucked the towel in on itself. Hannibal pouted at her as his gaze reached her eyes again. Then there was another male there with them. He was ignoring Hannibal. Oh that was not fucking kosher!
Oh fucking great, I’m being cockblocked. Hannibal thought as he narrowed his dark eyes slightly at the silver-haired male. Canting his head to the side, he raised a brow as the silver-haired man talked to the pretty woman in front of him. “Oh, hold on a fucking minute.” He held up a hand, shaking his head at the other male. “One, I saw her first. Two,” He looked over at Erika, “Sorry but I don’t do doubles unless I’m paid to.” He gave her a wry smirk, and then looked back at the other, “And there is a three, but I haven’t settled on exactly what it is yet.”
He folded his arms over his bare chest, water still dripping down from his hair and beard making small wet trails down his skin. He didn’t really care, he’d been in worse spots before, and had been totally stark ass naked through them. Ok, so maybe that was a lie, but hell it had sounded good in his head.
A dark brow quirked up at the speaking of his name and he nodded his head. “That’d be me. Otherwise known as King, Pain in the Ass, Nightstalker, or Pet. If Danica was still alive that is.” He made a face at the mention of his sire and shuddered slightly. God he was glad she was ash. Made his life simple. He didn’t have to worry that Danica was going to bite him again, and make him eat Zoe when the thirst built up enough.
He stepped over to Erika, peering down at the keys in her hand. He towered over her, or at least it felt like he did. “And you would be, Erika.” Slowly he lifted his gaze to the other male, not really sure if he trusted him or not. Then again, Hannibal really didn’t trust the female that he was standing close to.
That nagging feeling…Where had he felt that at before?
He tried to place it, searching his memory until a night of alcohol and drunken sex with a vampire popped up in his mind. He took a step back from Erika, eying her carefully. He could’ve been very wrong. Very, very, very wrong. He tried to shake the feeling off. No reason to set off alarms right now. Slowly he reached over, attempting to take his key from Erika’s outstretched hand.