Page 23 of Greer's Change

I unlock it and click through my contacts until Novak’s name comes up.

This is going to be tedious.

I can already feel it.

Oh well, that fucker owes me a favor, and he’s going to deliver. Even if I have to listen to him bitch and complain the entire time.

Chapter Ten

Novak

My annoyance reaches an all-time high as I wait for Seiran to slither his way back into my club. The incubus has a lot of gall asking for a favor after the way our partnership fell apart.

I suppose Itechnicallyowe him for his years of service, but I’m still salty over the way things played out.

The business has survived without him, and some would even say it has continued to thrive. However, those of us who remember the days when Seiran ran Rut—the sex club portion of the business—would agree to disagree.

There’s a certain energy, a buzz, that comes from having an incubus in the building.

Their magic can’t force lust where there is none. It can, however, exponentially increase desire. No one complains after spending a night wrapped up in the hum of an incubus’s magic. In fact, for many decades, travelers came from hundreds of miles to experience the ambience of Rut.

Fine.

I’m pouting.

There is a slight possibility that it hurt my feelings when Seiran abandoned me and Reign.

That fucking traitor.

“Are you purposely trying to torment our old friend?” Reign tosses himself down in the club chair next to me as his gaze moves over the room.

“Where would you have me greet him? In Rage?” I reference the other side of the club that caters to a completely different type of patrons.

Rage houses the fighting rings, which would give the wrong impression. I don’t wish to fight Seiran. I simply don’t allow myself to think of him, unless it’s necessary. He made his choices, and I’ve made mine.

“The two of you undoubtedly have some tensionthat needs to be worked out.” Reign chuckles.

I briefly consider removing the mimic’s head.

I’d need to retrieve the Iron Ice blade that I keep in my safe. At least, if I wanted his beheading to stick. A standard sword would force him to spend several agonizing weeks healing, though.

I shake away those treacherous thoughts.

“There is no tension,” I grumble. “He asked to be given his freedom, and I obliged.”

Does it hurt my feelings that, after summoning him from the pits of Hell, he abandoned us? Possibly, but I would never admit that aloud.

The noises of the ongoing orgy get louder, and it only succeeds in grating on my nerves.

I shove myself out of my chair, stomping down the stairs.

“Where are we headed?” Reign asks from directly behind me. He’s damn fast for a mimic.

“Away from the over-the-top moaning,” I snap, tugging at my shirt cuff. “Someone thinks they’re auditioning for a porno flick.”

“Gods, your age shows at times.” Reign chuckles. “Maybe she’s justreallyenjoying herself.”

My claws elongate as I spin faster than my old friend can register. Wrapping my hand around his throat, I slam him into the wall. “I am not enjoying myself. Don’t test me tonight, Reign. I’m not in the mood for it.”

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