Chapter 49

Of course, Carl. She will never know.” His shoulders relaxed at my dark voice and his expression softened to a dreamy relief.

“Last night was”—He looked from me back to the bed to the naked woman now on her knees—“incredible.”

She winked at him, sending him back into his panicked escape. His pale face became as pink as a pig's backside. He pulled the rest of his clothing into his chest and scooted past Sitri and me. His eyes stopped on each of us for a moment before he headed to the elevator, not daring to look back again.

Sitri huffed his amusement and swung his attention back to the woman on the bed. “By chance, do you know how to tend bar?”

She giggled and brought a knuckle to wedge between her teeth, “Sorry. Not my specialty.”

“Pity,” he returned.

“Give me an hour and I’ll meet you at The Deacon,” I told him before he nodded and disappeared into the void.

I turned back to my remaining bedmate from the evening. She was pulling her dress up her body and settled the straps on her sho