Here you go, the waiter announced and set her drink down in front of her.
Tabatha lowered the compact and smiled up at him, Go ahead and start up a tab Im going to stay for a while.
The waiter nodded and started weaving around his tables making sure everyone was all right, occasionally looking over to make sure his newest guest didnt drink herself into oblivion.
Tabatha quickly knocked back the drink and set it down on the tabletop. Why was she worried anyway? Kriss was one of the fallen he had better things to do than mess with humans much less humans that were his friends. God she hated being pouty and angry at the same time it made one feel disturbed.
Another drink was set in front of her and she quickly drank that one down, too. About six drinks later she was nice and tipsy. Glancing toward the stage, she pouted seeing a new guy come out wearing only a silver thong and wings. She wondered where the crying drunk Guru was when she needed one and narrowed her eyes hating the dancer for unknowingly mocking her.
One more before I leave? she asked the waiter that had hovered close since she sat down.
The waiter smiled softly and shook his head. I think youve had quite enough. Would you like me to call you a taxi?
No, Tabatha said and stood up, grabbing her purse. I want you to tell Kriss that if he remembers who his friends are, to give me a call.
Of course she didnt mean it, but at the moment she was very angry with Kriss hurt that he didnt think enough of their friendship to at least tell her he was leaving or being kidnapped. Opening her purse, she took out her wallet and tried to pay for the drinks but the waiter shook his head again.
Your tab has already been paid, he said. Now go home and sleep it off Im sure hell call you soon.
Tabatha fished her car keys out of her purse and dropped them on the floor. Damn it! she hissed, wanting to leave before she did something stupid like cry in public.
She bent over to pick them up but another hand closed around them and snatched them up. Tabatha followed the hand to an arm and then a shoulder. Her eyes widened when her gaze locked with Kanes handsome face.
Come on, Love, he said seeing the way the lights shattered within her light blue eyes. She was on the verge of crying. It seemed he wasnt the only one in a mood tonight. Lets get you home.
Tabathas lower lip trembled as she looked up at him and she latched onto his arm instantly feeling his strength. Her bigger-than-life stalker had come for her and for once she was glad.
Kane nodded over Tabathas head to the waiter and led her out of the club. He growled inwardly knowing why shed chosen this club. She wanted to find the fallen bastard who was hiding from her.
Didnt Kriss care what his negligence was doing to Tabatha, or had he listed himself as her potential enemy instead of her best friend? Kane wrapped his arm around Tabathas shoulders and took her other arm in a strong grip when she almost stumbled in her high heels.
Have you seen him? Tabatha asked looking up at Kane.
Kane shook his head sadly, No I havent. He refrained from telling her that the last time hed run into Dean he could smell Kriss on him the fallen was fine.
Hes gone, Tabatha swiped childishly at the tear that had finally managed to escape. What if Misery ate him?
Kane tried not to chuckle in the face of her drunken but sincere question. Misery thinks the fallen taste foul, he recited Miserys own words.
Then why didnt he say goodbye? Tabatha lowered her gaze to the floor as they walked.
Kane didnt answer as he got Tabatha into her car and went around to the drivers side. Images of ripping those silky soft wings off of Kriss' back were running amuck through his head but Kane pushed them aside. Revenge could wait right now he needed to get his personal angel home safe and sound before his revolving door of a personality shifted back to the dark side.
Tabatha stayed quiet as they drove, the blue of the dash lights giving the inside of the car a soft glow as if daring her to look at the man driving. Shed never really been one to turn down a dare and, although she could hold her alcohol better than the normal person the drinks did help to suppress a healthy fear.
She slowly turned her head and bravely looked directly at Kane, Why did Misery say that I belonged to you?
Kanes head quickly whipped around to pin her with a hard stare. She wasnt supposed to remember what happened that night hed taken it from her memories. How in the hell did she recall something she was supposed to forget? Seeing car lights shine on her face, he glanced back at the road and swerved just in time to avoid hitting an oncoming car.
Her hand went to the door handle out of instinct when she saw his reaction to her question but she stilled herself. She wasnt quite drunk enough to jump from a moving car. The twinge of fear that crawled up her back only served to boost her courage level to the point of stupidity.
Pick a lane, Tabatha grinned then blinked wanting to smack herself. Crap, she thought mentally. Way to go dummy, piss off the guy with pointed teeth.
You remember that night? Kane asked before he could stop himself.
So what, she said and mentally shrugged. Big deal, I remember. Well most of it anyway. Maybe youre not as good at putting people under your thrall as you think you are.
Maybe next time I won't be so gentle, Kane warned and watched her shiver at his dark words.
Tabatha narrowed her gaze at his stoic expression. How dare he call her bluff.
Well, before you try to brainwash me again, how about telling me the answer to Miserys riddle? she demanded and crossed her arms over her chest knowing she was taking her anger over Kriss' abandonment out on Kane then again, maybe Kane deserved it. For all she knew, Kane was the one who had eaten Kriss.
Either you tell me what she meant, or I swear Ill hang a big juicy cow heart around my neck and pimp myself out to Misery so I can ask her myself.
She gasped and quickly grabbed hold of the dashboard when Kane jerked the wheel, making the car swerve to the side of the road and over the curb. He slammed on the brakes and slid across the dirt embankment, making the car do a complete one-eighty before coming to a skidding stop.
Kane was hovering over her before the car stopped moving. Tabatha couldnt help looking up at his face and admiring the strong planes of his jaw the amethyst color of his eyes. Her gaze lowered to his perfect lips and she wondered if they would be cold as ice or hot as fire.
Kane was beyond angry and wanted to throttle the woman for even thinking such a thing. Biting his own tongue, he waited until he could taste the quick flow of blood before taking Tabathas lips in a searing kiss. Under normal circumstances he would kill to be able to do this then again, she would have to be sober for it to count. The only reason he was kissing her so deeply now was to clear her mind of the dangerous plans the alcohol had put there.
Hot, his lips were hot and the lovely heat was spiraling through her to center between her legs. Tabatha suddenly felt the fear shed been lacking just a moment before. It washed over her in vengeful waves and she felt her toes curl at the exact same time panic settled into her stomach. Her mind chose the fear and she started pushing against him as hard as she could. Unfortunately, it had the same effect as an ant trying to lift a house.