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"Hey, Vanth, you want your usual?" Isaac called from where he stood at the counter.
"Yes, and food. Lots of food," Vanth said, grabbing some menus.
Isaac's blue eyes landed on Elektra, and he cocked a questioning brow. Vanth shook his head. No, she wasn't a date. Isaac rolled his eyes. Like Cecelia, he believed Vanth needed to go on more dates.
Vanth had often thought about asking Isaac out, but he liked him too much as a friend, and his relationships always ended badly. The last one had been over a year ago, and even though she was a werewolf, she couldn't handle that Vanth was a necromancer. These days, it was easier to have one-night stands when he wanted sex, and he never told them what he did for a job.
"Your usual table is free," Isaac said with a grin.
Vanth led Elektra to a darker corner and sat at the polished wooden table. The dinner crowd hadn't come in, and it was still quiet enough to be able to talk privately. He passed her a menu, and she studied it with a confused expression.
"Are you okay? You are looking about us like you've never been in a café before. What are you? Amish? A nun?" he asked.Please don't be a nun.
Elektra shot him an annoyed glare. "Neither. I just feel exposed here."
"Because of the people you are running from?" he guessed.
She nodded. "They will be in Inferno already."
"They won't start shit here, and if they do, I'm close enough to summon my ghouls, and it will even the odds a bit." Vanth bit back a grin. "Really glad you're not a nun."
Elektra frowned. "I don't know why it would matter to you if I was."
"It doesn't. I just need to know if you are going to preach to me about your gods, that's all."
Elektra put her menu down and gave him her full attention. "I'm a devotee of Charon, but there're many gods that those like me serve. Most of them are psychopomps."
Vanth didn't have time to formulate a reply before Isaac was there with a notebook. Vanth ordered a burger and a steak, as well as an espresso and two beers. He was starving, and his body needed as much protein as he could get.
"I don't know how you stay so fit when you eat like a shifter," Isaac teased. He smiled at Elektra. "What can I get for you?"
"I'll have the same, but I want an extra side of bacon with my burger," she replied.
Vanth's grin widened as Isaac's brows shot up in surprise.
"Sure thing. I'll be back in a second with your drinks," he said, giving them both quizzical looks.
"You haven't told him how much magic burns," she commented. "Especially necromancy."
Vanth shook his head. "The less people know about me, the better. I have too many people trying to kill me on a regular basis that I'm private about my magic."
"And that's why you came out of your room ready to attack this morning? You thought I was there to kill you?" Elektra asked, her small smirk making another appearance.
"You did break in," Vanth pointed out.
Elektra leaned forward. "If I were going to kill you, I would have done it while you were sleeping. I would have tossed yourbody into the fancy pit in your basement, and no one would have even known I was there."
So glad she's not a nun, Vanth thought unhelpfully.
"Stop talking to me like that, or I'm going to think this really is a date," he replied. Elektra gave him an unimpressed stare, but there was the slightest pink on her neck. "Why don't you start from the beginning? Like, who are you, and why should I help you?"
"As I said, it's got to do with your father," Elektra said.
Vanth shrugged. "Why the fuck should I care about the sperm donor sorcerer my mother hooked up with?"
"Sperm donor sorcerer? How dare…" Elektra's expression went from anger to confusion. "You don't know who he is, do you?"
"Don't know. Don't care. He never hung about long enough to look after my mother or me, so why should I?"
