Page 27 of Stealing Sloane

“Anything.”

“Take Sloane out for a good time.” She winked at her.

“What?” Sloane said. “There’s no?—”

“You’re bored and antsy,” Lizzie interrupted. “You need to blow off some steam. Do you like dancing? Or shots?” She snapped her fingers. “Olivia, you should take her to Blood Moon.”

“Blood Moon?”

“It’s a bar but just for Lycans,” Lizzie said. “At least, it was before we were outed. Now humans go there all the time hoping to see us shifting. But it’s still fun, at least that’s what I hear from the guys at work. You should totally go. I know you’re dying to get out of here and not be stuck with a boring pregnant lady.”

“You’re not?—”

“Pshaw.” She waved a hand at them. “For tonight, just forget about Forte. Go and have fun. You deserve it.”

“I don’t have anything to wear that’s appropriate for clubbing.” Seeing as she lived out of one backpack, she didn’t exactly carry dresses and heels.

“Check the closet in the guest room, I have some extra stuff in there you can use.”

“Well, if you insist.” Sloane had to admit, with things seemingly not going her way, the idea of going to a bar, like back when her life was normal, sounded good right about now.

“What do you say, Olivia? Surely it’s been a while since you’ve been there.”

Olivia let out a strangled sound. “Er, yeah. I mean …” She twirled a lock of hair between her fingers. “I suppose one drink wouldn’t hurt.”

“Gooooo.” Lizzie waved at them as she stood up. “I should call Wyatt and go to bed anyway.” Walking toward her bedroom, she blew them a kiss goodbye. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” she said as she disappeared down the hallway.

“Uh, Lizzie never partied at bars and clubs, just so you know,” Olivia said. “She was kind of a nerd growing up.”

Sloane chuckled. “And I bet you were a party girl.”

Olivia’s mouth widened into a smile. “Oh yeah.”

Despite it being only nine o’clock, Blood Moon buzzed with activity. The dance floor was packed, and the lines to get a drink were three people deep. Music pumped through the speakers, and the crowd was full of energy and excitement.

Sloane had been to many clubs and bars and spent many a weekend night there, but there was just something about Blood Moon that was inviting. When she mentioned this to Olivia, she said it was created just for Lycans and that there were special spells and enchantments that drew their kind in and repelled humans. At least, it had before their secret came out. The line outside circled around the block, but being a celebrity, Olivia was immediately ushered in and led straight to the VIP section and their own private table.

“Do you want to dance or something?” Olivia asked as she handed her a glass. An attendant immediately came over and poured in a measure of vodka from the bottle sitting at the table.

“Thanks.” Sloane took a swig of vodka, letting the smooth liquor pour down her throat to warm her belly. She smoothed down the short plaid skirt with her other hand. Since she was taller than Lizzie, it came down to just below her ass, but it was good enough. She also managed to find a blue tube top to match it, and Olivia gave her an extra lipstick and blush she had in her purse. “And … I don’t know about dancing, maybe later? I just want to chill for a bit.”

“No prob. You’ve had a hard week. Plus, I love Lizzie, but she can be a bit … much.”

Sloane nearly choked on her second sip of vodka. “She’s great. But yeah, her frantic energy makes me tired.” They clinked their glasses together. “So, what’s it like being a famous, gorgeous supermodel? I bet guys are all over you all the time. Do you date rock stars?”

Olivia let out a nervous laugh. “It’s not as glamorous as it sounds. Four a.m. call times, freezing my tits off during bikini shoots, waking up wondering what city I’m in.” She took a swig from her own glass. “Speaking of rock stars, can you believe Charley married the Douche Hole?”

“Douche … Hole?”

Her pretty violet eyes widened. “Oh my God, I’m sorry! I almost forgot. And he’s your brother too.” She slapped a hand on her forehead. “Devon. That’s what we called him.”

“Why?”

“Because he was terrible to Charley when they first met. So terrible, in fact, that he deserved two insults—douche and asshole—thus we dubbed him The Douche Hole. D.H.”

“That’s hilarious. Tell me more.”

As Olivia told her the story of how Devon and Charley met and got together, Sloane found herself relaxing more and more. The vodka too, probably had something to do with it, but she controlled her drinking, not allowing herself to feel more than a little buzzed. In the last two years, she had never let her guard down, and while Lizzie assured her they were safe in New York, she just couldn’t risk it.

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