The Things You Find Out

--Dorian--

“Okay, we are officially closed for a private party,” Damien said, sealing the door shut. Marcus waved his hand enchanting the door with a spell as an extra precautionary measure.

I looked around apprehensively. I had never realized that all these people that I had known for a year at Hunter’s Bar were all, for the most part, witches or Warlocks or other assorted supernatural creatures. I had, of course, known Damien was a vampire, and I smelled Hunter’s werewolf's scent the moment I had met him. But it had never occurred to me to wonder at his extravagant boyfriend or their assorted friends.

What a fool I was, and clearly have always been. As my eyes landed back on Cassie, who was not in Mexico City, as per the terms of her banishment. I should’ve known. “Don’t pout Dorian,” Cassie complained as she saw me watching her.

“Why shouldn’t I pout?” I asked. “Here you are alive and well and apparently in the company of Rina once again,”