H.U.M.A.N.S (The Veiled World Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

against the wall.
    “Relax, just making a much needed drink.”
    “I heard about the attack. I gotcha ya girl, should I make it a double?” Riza grinned and proceeded to get a glass for me.
    “Go for it, it’s warranted right about now.”
    She laughed. “I could have had one brought up to you.” She then said but the twinkle in her copper-colored eyes told me that she already knew why I was really hanging around instead of upstairs in my apartment.
    In a sudden jerk of movement, Twinkie bolted upright onto all fours and hissed with an agitated scowl. Then he began to bellow a warning meow that sounded like a warped siren. The sound of gently gurgling water caught my attention and I smiled once I realized what his hissy fit had been over. I should have known.
    Arching his back, his fur formed a bushy mohawk as a large pool of crystal clear water slithered, coalesced, and pooled past him, making its way to the counter. Twinkie darted for higher ground, scampering beneath tables and legs, and finally finding perch inside of the wide open bay window on the opposite side of the room. He crouched low, glaring at the now rising puddle of water, which slowly began to take on a three-dimensional shape.    
    Isis gasped and stopped short. Her small sneakered feet quickly left the floor and she swiftly began to float with her tray poised high above her head, balancing the empty glasses that clinked and toppled over on her tray.
    “Son of a bitch that was close! Damn, can’t he ever just come in like a normal flesh and bone being?” She began to fuss—only to stop short and gape like all the females usually did when he arrived.
    I laughed.
    The water had finally taken on full physical form. Liquid began to smoothly transform into solid, hairless, olive-toned, flawless flesh. Muscles rippled, taut and glistening with moisture that clung to each and every hollow and curve in his biceps, pectorals, stomach, thighs, and perfect, tight buttocks.
    Marq was clad in only a pair of black bikini briefs that didn’t leave much to the imagination.
    “Good evening, ladies.” He smiled, showcasing straight, pearly white teeth. His black hair still appeared damp and tousled as if freshly moussed or if he had just stepped out of the shower.
    Several, ‘Good evening, Marq’s’ came from females in all directions in response.
    The way he sauntered up to the bar reminded me of a sexy model shooting a men’s swimsuit commercial. Marq loved making a unique entrance. He was incredibly good-looking and he was well aware of it too. He eased onto a barstool, pinning me with a heart-stopping gaze and flirtatious smirk.
    “Hey there, beautiful.”
    “Didn’t we tell you not to ever come in here without any clothes on anymore? No one wants to see that and no one is gonna want to sit on that damned barstool anymore now!” Jax yelled from across the bar.
    Isis joined us. Her sparkling, light amber eyes practically molesting his lean, Adonis build from head to toe.
    “Take a shot and chill, Jax!” I called over to him.
    “Yeah, speak for yourself and don’t hate. You’d never say that to Syhenna.” She called over her shoulder.
    Syhenna is Marq’s sister.
    “Because that’s a different story!” he called back to defend.
    “Whatever!” Isis playfully flipped him off.
    Marq turned around, “And that’s also my younger sister, you ass!” He reminded Jax as a warning and then turned to wink at Isis.
    “Ass? Speaking of, I will kick yours as soon as you put on some freaking clothes!” Jax was marching towards the counter with his brows furrowed in irritation, but I stopped him dead in his tracks with a threatening, ass-kicking glare of my own.
    I held my arms up with the flat of my palm down over the fingers of my other hand. “Time out. You’ve got a bar to secure from over there or your ass will be fired.” I said aloud and pointed to his usual post at a table near the stairwell.
    Then I directed my attention back to Marq