As soon as Valkyrie slid into the Bentley, Saracen and Dexter started hitting on her.
"Hello Beautiful,"
"Hey Sexy,"
They both sounded hot, and she felt herself blush. They had both dropped their voices an octave and it sounded sexy!
Though no one can sound as amazing as Skul' she thought.
Dexter was wearing a proper tuxedo, and it made her feel even more under dressed. She was told that they were going to the pub. So why were a suit?
Saracen, on the othe hand, was looking smexy in suit pants and a crisp, white shirt. It was untucked, which only made him look more rugged.
He met her eye and the mirror and grinned at her.
"So how is Miss Cain going these days? Still saving the world?" He asked.
"Yes I am, Mr Rue. Are you still eating to much?" She teased.
Dexter sniggered and said a little too loudly. "Too much, I don't thnk anything with my fat little man is too much."
"Hey!"
"Not my fault you need to go on The Biggest Loser. HA! And you will be the biggest loser!"
"Cut it out you two. We don't want everybody getting too excited."
"Righto Val."
"Kay Cain."
"So, Valkyrie, you single?" Saracen questioned.
Skulduggery started growling quietly, but she ignored him.
"Actually, no I'm not," she replied.
Dexter's jaw dropped, Saracen's eyes widened and his nostrals flared, Skulduggery's head wipped around to look at her, with what he probably thought was a menacing glare.
"Who?!" They all said at the same time. And all she said was a name.
"Erskine Ravel."
Saracen cursed, Dexter muttered 'lucky basterd' and Skulduggery made a long line of threats. When they told him to shut up, he just kept on snarling and growling.