Chapter 63

“Maybe next time,” he said. “There are some things that are a little more important than getting off, don’t you think, Henry?”

“No,” Henry said, but he stopped and straightened, tucking his erection back into his pants. “But I don’t mind delayed gratification.” He turned, like he was going to leave the girl, but he paused. “Tawnie,” he snapped, “don’t touch her.”

“But…”

“Leave her alone. None of you touch her until I get back.”

Gideon followed Henry around the crowd, ignoring how the girl just lay there even after the vampires dissipated. He had no fears that she would get hurt in Henry’s absence; in Sangre, his was an iron fang. Nobody would dare argue for fear of losing their head. It didn’t make Gideon feel any better about it, though.