Page 11 of Visions of You

How would Keegan's teeth feel against his skin? What would it be like if his lips sucked at Jaron's neck, drawing out his blood?

Jaron shuddered, thrusting into his hand.

He came faster than he ever had before, but he didn't find satisfaction.

He wouldn't. Not before he had that vampire for real.

The very next night, he landed on the street outside the Rubyville night club and retracted his wings.

The first time he'd come here a few weeks ago, he'd thought the place was kind of shabby. Definitely not his scene. He liked bright, colorful things and this place was dark as hell.

But he could put up with a little darkness if it meant seeing Keegan again.

His beast urged him onward, restless, as he stepped into the club. It had been less than 24h since he'd last seen Keegan, but already it felt like it had been too long.

Would Keegan feel the same?

Probably not.

Keegan might just tell him to get lost.

Jaron swallowed as his nerves started to buzz in the back of his head as he looked around the club.

The music was loud, but not a lot of people danced to it. Maybe it was too early in the evening, or maybe everyone was still tired from last night's festivities.

Jaron went up to the bar and looked around, hoping to spot Keegan's red hair, but there was no sign of him. "Hey, uh…" Jaron turned to the bartender who had approached. A young woman with silver hair and pale vampire skin. "Do you know Keegan?"

"Are you asking me if I know my own coven-mate?" She arched an amused eyebrow.

"Oh. Yeah." Jaron rubbed the back of his neck. "Stupid question. Can I see him?"

"He's not in."

Keegan wasn't even here?

Jaron deflated. "When will he be back, do you know?"

The vampire shrugged. "I don't keep track of him. We all have our own things to do, you know?"

"Right." Jaron bit his lower lip. "Thanks anyway."

"Anytime," the vampire said, already losing interest in him and going back to polishing the glasses she'd lined up behind the bar.

Jaron stepped back. What was he supposed to do now?

Wait?

A hand landed on his shoulder and almost made him jump. He whipped around, ready to defend himself—and found himself facing a familiar face. "Mordyn! Hi."

"What brings you here, dragon?" Mordyn asked, grinning as if he knewexactlywhy Jaron had shown up here and he was greatly amused by it. "Looking for someone?"

"I was, actually." No use hiding it. "Do you know where Keegan went?"

Mordyn sat down on one of the bar stools, patting the one next to him as if to invite Jaron for a chat.

Feeling somewhat awkward, Jaron took the offered seat. He didn't know Mordyn all that well—aside from the fact that his boss was fucking this vampire.

Mordyn ordered a cider for Jaron and nothing for himself, calling the bartender 'Vitra.'