Page 27 of Conquered Obstacles

“Tell me where you are, and I will come get you, love,” I said when he kept rambling. “Stay there, and I will come get you.”

“I’m in the bathroom,” he rambled. “I didn’t cheat. They want me to cheat, and I’m with my human friends. They’re such bitches. I wouldn’t cheat on you. Please believe me.”

“I do. You wouldn’t cheat,” I mumbled, rubbing my hand over my face to wake up. “I know you’re in the bathroom. The bathroom where, Jamie?”

He told me the club, and I nodded even if he couldn’t see it. I told him to stay there, and I would handle everything. He promised he would and sounded on the edge of tears.

What the fuck had happened that my sweet lover was hiding in the bathroom of a nightclub drunk?

Seriously?

I almost called the twins for backup, but I didn’t want to embarrass him. Changing into what I’d been wearing earlier, I cloaked myself and appeared about a block away from the club where Jamie had told me. I found the right spot to blend in and appear before jogging right up to the bouncer.

“The line’s back there,” he told me without even sparing me a glance.

“That’s great,” I told him. “My lover called me from inside and—”

“Yeah, I’ve never heard that excuse before,” he drawled before glancing at me and doing a double take. Heat filled his eyes, but then he frowned. “You’re not even following the dress code. You’re not getting in wearing that.”

I ignored the group of women next in line snickering at my jeans and sweatshirt. “Listen to what I’m trying to tell you, fuckface. My lover is in your bathroom slurring and not safe because your people gave him something. So I’m going in there to get him, and you will allow it, or I’m going in there after the police arrive here and my attorney. Do you understand me?”

He snorted at me. “Yeah, good luck with that. The cops aren’t coming for one drunk guy who’s ‘not safe’ in a club.”

And then he basically waved me off, muttering I could have gotten in if I’d just dressed how I should have.

I blinked at him for longer than I should have bothered, floored that he didn’t even care to check on what I’d said. I pulled out my phone and called Justina, waiting until she answered.

“I apologize for waking you at this hour, love, but I might need you to bail me out of jail after I beat a bouncer bloody. Jamie called me because he thinks he was drugged at a club, and this fucker won’t even let me inside and just shooed me off like a bug.”

“Un-fucking-real,” she grumbled. “Hand over the phone, please.”

I did with a smile. It took about thirty seconds before the large man went pale with whatever she said, and he basically tossed the phone back at me and opened the door for me.

I still dosed him with my power but thanked her and wished her a lovely sleep. She snorted and asked for permission to tear into the club, that it would be enough thanks because she hated places like that, and if they ignored something like that, then it had to be unsafe for women as well.

Yes, I gave her my blessing and agreed to pay for the billable hours.

Hell, I dosed the whole club with my power… And that was when I sensed other wolves there. Now that I knew how to tell and sense the power that had been hidden from me before, I wouldn’t ever be fooled again.

I glanced around and locked gazes with two of Jamie’s female cousins sitting among a group of human males. They both smirked at me, able to sense me as well. One had the balls to toast me with a drink as if mocking me that I couldn’t do anything to them because we were in public.

Idiots.

Absolute idiots. I wasn’t a wolf or even just a witch.

I was a fucking goddess.

I chuckled darkly, loving that they were too stupid to be afraid like they should be… And made the one who toasted me puke all over herself and her cousin. Everyone in the group and around them jumped to their feet and exclaimed in shock, completely grossed out as she kept vomiting and couldn’t seem to stop. Her cousin screamed at her as she was covered in puke.

I hurried off to find Jamie. I felt his energy by the bathroom and went right to the door—much to the shock of the men waiting there.

“I apologize, gents, but my lover called me from in there,” I explained. “Someone slipped something in his drink. I could use a hand if you could warn the men in there and let Jamie know Arabella is here?”

“I could take you home instead if he’s not up for the task?” one guy offered.

“You wouldn’t survive it,” I purred, putting fear in him since I was out of patience. It worked and he practically fled, shocking the few other men around.

One was nice and ducked in his head, warning guys to cover their cocks and calling for Jamie. “Arabella is here to pick you up. Come get your woman out of here before someone tries to carry her off. She’s too hot to be here, stupid.”

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