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What I learned from that interaction is that I stand out here. And that’s not a good thing.

I’m uneasy after that, the excitement I felt about tonight drained away. Standing in my kitchen, I lean on the counter, debating my next steps. There’s no way I’m hiding away in my apartment. No fucking way. That dude wanted to scare me, but I can’t cave in like that.

Maybe Hale will have some tips on how to protect myself. As soon as his name pops into my head, my nerves relax a little. Something about him feels safe to me. He’ll know what to do.

I’m sure of it.

Chapter 5

Hale

Something is in the air tonight.

The club is packed, the ambiance thick with pheromones, lust, and debauchery. I lean on the bar, surveying the scene with a smile on my face. I enjoy seeing my fellow supes engaged in the hedonism that rules our existence, even if I don’t indulge myself. There are options, for sure, but since seeing Yannis’s face last night, I can’t get him out of my head. Will he come back? Gods, I hope so.

I feel a tickle on the back of my neck and twist sharply to find Willow perched on the edge of the bar behind me, wearing a curve hugging gold bodysuit. He giggles, releasing a wave of incubus pheromones that so far have no effect on me.

“What are you up to, you little minx?”

Willow grins, flashing his illuminated eyes in green and blue. “You look bored. I came to cheer you up.”

“I’m not bored at all. I’m observing.”

“Well then, you should observe that sexy little fae who just walked in.” He points over my shoulder to the dance floor.

My eyes scan the crowd of bodies, stopping on the new face. It’s a male fae, with long lavender hair, big black eyes, and a lithe body in shimmery pearl. Normally, just my type, but all I can see in my mind is a mountain of a man with muscles for days.

“Very nice,” I murmur.

“Nice enough to get you to talk to him?” Willow asks.

“No.” Smiling, I turn to the incubus. “Why don’t you?”

“I’m hunting for a mortal tonight. I need some of their chaotic lust to feed on.” He drags his hands over my shoulders. “But you, sexy vampire, could benefit from some fae sex magic, don’t you think?”

“Since when are you so concerned about my sex life?”

Willow shrugs. “Call it intuition, but I sense something off kilter in you. Seeking. Am I wrong?”

I huff a small laugh. “No, but what I’m seeking is specific.”

His eyes widen briefly. “Ah. The tasty mortal that visited us last night?”

“Perhaps.”

Willow giggles again. “Good choice. Will he come again?”

I hope so. “We’ll see.”

Willow leans in and kisses my cheek before sliding off the bar onto his feet. “Very well. I hope he is worthy of your pursuit. Mortals so rarely are.”

“They aren’t all bad.”

“They have their uses.” He perks up, turning sharply toward the entrance and sniffing the air. “Hmm. Someone smells delightful.”

Then he’s off, slipping easily through the crowd toward the source of the scent. I sniff the air too, not noticing anything in particular, but then again, my senses are tuned to one person and one person only.

When I turn back around to face the bar, Tiago is pouring drinks in an elaborate way, flipping the bottles in the air and creating a pattern as the liquid flows. A male vampire and two mortal women watch with delight, the women laughing and clapping at the show. Tiago catches my eye and winks at me.

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