The bartender raised an eyebrow at the girl as she set a box on the counter of his bar. “You’re that Summer girl, right?” he asked absently, and then nodded as he stepped away to find his employer. Several minutes later, he returned, “Vex’ll be out momentarily.”
And several moments later, the Mesmer appeared, walking over to where Summer stood at the bar. He was dressed in his finest. “‘Ello, Precious,” he greeted, “Ya called?”
Summer blinked up at him with one eyebrow lifted. “What was /that/ all about?”
Vex shook his head, biting back his annoyance, “Nothing, love. I’m just bloody sick of people thinking you’re just ‘ere to feed off of.” Curling closer to her, he sighed, “Bloody Fae.”
“What difference does it make? Unless it means they think they get a share of me too I’m not sure why it matters. I know how you feel. She turned his face to look into his dark eyes. “Maybe better than you do, sometimes. Vex, I love you. That’s what matters.” After a quick kiss, she smiled at him. “I’m not even sure I’d know if you fed on me.”