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“Please. I’m thinking of something all the time.”

Before I could press her further, the bell over the door jangled again, and a group of office workers came in. Gigi went back behind the counter to get them their afternoon caffeine fix.

Chapter 27

Prax

I leaned back onthe leather couch as the music thumped through me. A selection of the hottest women and men danced around us in our VIP lounge. Julian sat on a couch across from me with a woman on each arm. Gina was here too, but she was on the mini dance floor next to the couches, grinding up a storm.

There was expensive whiskey in my glass and neat little lines of white powder on mirrors on the table. I was pleasantly buzzed,and Julian had explained that everyone here knew exactly what we were and would willingly feed our need for carnal energy.

I wasn’t interested.

What was wrong with me? It was an incubus’s paradise here. But something was missing.

I dug out my phone again and stared at the number labeledDO NOT CALL.My finger itched to call it, just to see if it washer.

I didn’t remember who exactlyshewas, but I knew thatsheexisted. I had the photos to prove it.

I had no recollection of taking the photos, but just the thought of deleting them made my heart ache for some reason. There were three of them: one of her in a beautiful glittering black dress, her hair half-up and half-down, two blue streaks framing her face. We were at some fancy dinner, and she was grinning from ear to ear.

Another was of her sleeping. The soft sheen of the moonlight illuminated her face. I had clearly taken the photo so I’d remember the moment forever.

And the last one was a selfie of the two of us together, her sitting in my lap on a couch I didn’t recognize. There were moving boxes all around us, and I was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

She was. None of the men and women here could hold a candle to her.

There was a chunk of about two weeks of my life missing, and I was surprised to find out that the dinner and auction had already come and gone. I didn’t remember going to them.

I’d been worried at first about my selective amnesia until I found a note I’d written to myself, telling me that this would happen and that I shouldn’t worry about it. The note had also said not to call the number but to pick up immediately if it ever showed up on my Caller ID.

It had been two weeks, and that number still hadn’t called.

When I looked up from my phone, Julian was waving me over. I got up and went to him, hoping he wasn’t trying to offload one of his women on me again.

Delerium was open every Thursday through Saturday, and I’d been here almost every night that its doors were open since I woke up that day in my room at Desmon’s place with a chunk of my memory missing. Julian had already noticed I didn’t show any interest in the men and women here and had asked if something was wrong.

Not knowing quite how to explain that I was pining for a woman I didn’t remember, I just told him none of them was the right one. He’d nodded sagely, like he understood. I vaguely remembered being here with someone before, and I wondered if he’d ever mether.

Luckily, he wasn’t trying to throw one of his conquests at me tonight.

“A couple of your friends are here to see you,” he said.

I eyed him inquiringly. “Who?”

“A certain demon and his wizard.”

“Oh. Seth and Liam.” I went back to my seat.

They had tried to convince me to go out to the Howling Wolf with them tonight, but I’d come here instead. It really seemed like everyone knew what was going on except me, and none of them would tell me anything. I also suspected they were doing this precisely because I’d told them to, and I’d simply forgotten. It was beyond frustrating.

Minutes later, Liam sauntered in, looking ready to party. He caught the eyes of several women in the lounge, but Seth made it abundantly clear that this demon was taken. They were so possessive of each other that it was disgusting. Disgustingly sweet, that is.

“There he is! Prax, my man.” Liam came over and plopped down next to me, draping his arm around my shoulder.

I expected Seth to direct his jealousy at me instantly, but instead, he plopped down on the other side and leaned into my shoulder. What the hell was going on?

“Julian said you aren’t enjoying yourself here, so we’re here to take you to the Howling Wolf instead.”

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