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The steps creaked as I stepped on the worn boards to reach the entrance to the dark shadowed house, which sported its own graveyard for added allure. Eli stood in the doorway with a lethal combination of beauty and charm. His whiskey colored eyes shimmering with gold depths as they wavered over my dark leather clad appearance with approval. “I like your pumpkins.”
“Uh...” My left eyebrow rose on my forehead, wondering what he meant by that statement.
His lips curved and he pointed. “The flashing pumpkin earrings you’re wearing.” His finger brushed a strand of my hair over my shoulder before his fingers handled the battery-operated earring with interest.
Man could this angel shifter be any more alluring with his chiseled face of beauty? Let’s not even mention his dove colored wings sprouting from his back in a majestic display of splendor.
“Who’s at the door?” a deep voice vibrated with warmth from within.
“Karen,” Eli called back. “That was Gabriel,” he said to me. “We were wondering if you’d show.”
“I was invited, wasn’t I?” Not really an answer, but I had no intentions of letting on how nervous I felt to meet the shifters.
“You were indeed invited.” His gaze latched onto mine again—warm and intense. “Do come in.”
I took one step over the threshold and a wave of warmth flowed over me, taking away the anxiety I’d been carrying with me the moment I walked up the lighted path to the house. I turned my gaze on Eli. “You’re using glamour, aren’t you?” My words were laced with suspicion.
He gave me a sheepish shrug. “Just want you to feel comfortable.”
“Hmm… said the fanged Fallen Angel,” I teased.
He leaned near to whisper. “None of us bite unless asked to.”
My gaze riveted to his. “Can you guarantee this with all your guests?”
His hand flew to his chest in mock pretense. “They’ll behave, I assure you.” His wicked gleam didn’t reassure me.
The foyer could hold twenty people or more without feeling claustrophobic. The high ceiling gave off an airy feel to the place. I glanced at Eli who towered over my five-foot, two-inch height. His wings were tucked close to his body, but the entryway could accommodate the full spread of his wings with ease.
As we entered the room where the thick of the party took place, I noticed the fire blazing in the stone hearth, the light casting a yellow glow on the wall both for warmth from the cool October night and for welcome. I especially liked the early Gothic décor with floor candelabras, and wall sconces giving off extra light. Some of the shifters were in their animal existence, while others gathered around the food table in their human forms. Unlike the Hollywood versions, shape shifters could shift from one reality to the other without stripping naked to do so. Though shifters weren't shy about wearing their Birthday suits.
Two wolves, one white as snow and the other black as the moonless night ran by nearly toppling us over. Eli’s hand snaked out, catching the back of my leather jacket and yanking me back to safety. The white wolf continued on, but the black wolf skidded to a stop and morphed into a gorgeous hunk fully clothed in blue jeans and black T-shirt. His ink black hair spilled over his shoulders in a cascade of ebony locks, so glossy the firelight gleamed off the stands in a golden haze. His piercing blue eyes latched onto me.
“Sorry about almost running you over. By the way, I’m Grayson Quinn.”
His brows arched.
I lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “You’re a werewolf, I mean a moon shifter.” The Mac Tíre preferred not to be called werewolves since the human word tended to conjure up a hideous monster-like version of their wolf existence.
Grayson’s lips spread into a grin. “I suppose my wolf skin would give me away.” From somewhere in the mansion, a howl rose above the conversation in the room. Grayson’s smile grew wider. “If you’ll excuse me, Sydney is in a playful mood tonight.”
I waved my hand in dismissal. “Go on, we’ll chat later.”
Grayson shifted into the large graceful black wolf again, taking off after his mate.
I turned toward Eli, but something brushed against my hand—large and furry. Startled, I let out a yelp and backed into what felt like a wall. I whirled around to find Gabriel Cruzado standing there, his golden brown eyes smiling. “You’ve made it, I see.
The nuzzling at my hand drew my attention once more. I stared into the eyes of... “A jaguar,” I said before I could stop myself from stating the obvious. It wasn’t everyday you came face to face with a wildcat.
“Demetrius, you’re making our guest uncomfortable,” Gabriel reprimanded the jaguar, which so happened to be his brother.
Demetrius shifted into his glorious self, Armani suit and all. He liked the professional look unlike his surfer brother, Lucas, who happened to stroll into the room at that precise moment dressed in his typical attire of flip-flops and board shorts. He carried two long stemmed glasses. As he reached us, he handed me one of the drinks.
I starred at the red liquid wondering what drink was served at a Shifters' Ball. My expressions always gave me away and the men… uh...shifters chuckled in unison.
Demetrius’ hand came down on my shoulder with a friendly squeeze. “I assure you, it’s wine. Torbreck, it’s from my private collection. Once you tasted the explosive flavor, you’re palate will think it died and gone to heaven.” His golden eyes glowed with a preternatural sheen as he waited for me to indulge.
I raised the glass to my lips. Both surprised and pleased. “This is good.” Usually wine wasn’t my thing, but I could get used to this.
“Man, this stuff is way too expensive.” Lucas shook his head. Do you know that this goes for $175 a bottle? It’s good, but Two Buck Chuck is just as tasty if you asked me.” He tipped his head back as he downed the drink like a whiskey shot.
Demetrius shook his head. “Excuse my brother’s deplorable taste, he spends too much time in the sun and his brain’s a little fried.” He took hold Lucus’ arm and led him away with a reprimand for his lack of taste.
The three Cruzado brothers were similar in looks, all with various shades of brown hair and golden eyes. They were naguals, spirit guides in the werejaguar world, but all so different in personality. Gabriel painted works of art, Lucas designed surfboards for a living and Demetrius was a successful lawyer.
Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose. “Demetrius and Lucas never see eye to eye on things, but I assure you they would have each other’s back in a crisis.
Eli nodded. “Not so different than the Watchers. I have no doubt about my brethren having my back in a fight.”
“Even Lucca?” I don’t know what possessed me to bring up the Fallen Angel who held a grudge against Eli. Must be the wine loosening my tongue. “Sorry—”
Eli held up his hand. “It’s okay. Lucca will come around…eventually. I have faith.”
Gabriel lifted his brows, obviously having doubts about the Fallen Angel, Lucca Marlowe, but he kept his opinions to himself.
Eli turned toward me. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the other shifters.”
My lips curved as I sipped my wine. I kind of liked having a Fallen Angel and a Werejaguar for my escorts.
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