Chapter 8

“Better?”

The stubble made it hard to tell but it looked like Aden actually smiled. “Much. Now what about a name? Or I can keep calling you gorgeous. That works for me, too.”

He considered lying, but it wouldn’t serve any purpose. If Aden was innocent, he wouldn’t use Darren’s name against him. If he was guilty, then he would be dead before morning. “Darren.”

“Darren.”

It sounded different in that deep voice, drawn out into a sound that was almost a growl. It shouldn’t have been sexy. Not at all. It shouldn’t have turned him on, either, but Darren had long ago stopped keeping track of all the things Aden shouldn’t have done to him.

“Ever tracked bad magic before, Darren?” Aden leaned a shoulder against the wall, blocking the way to the hall behind him. “Or do you just go after big bad wolves and hope to get caught?”

“I can track anything you can. My targets aren’t usually so conveniently placed in a high-profile party.”