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He growled again. “You could have gotten killed out there and you're in here giving me bedroom eyes like all you can think about is getting laid.”

All my fear coalesced into anger. It wasn't the first time I'd been called a slut, but it never got easier. “I dance without my clothes on, asshole. I'm not a prostitute.” The black spots were back in my vision. I needed to lay down.

“No,” he said. “You're worse. You lure men in and then what? How many men have you drowned in lust and left shattered on the shore?”

What. The. Fudge? “I don't know who the hell you think you are…”

“I know exactly what you are,” he said. “You're a siren and I'm not going to fall under your spell.”

I did laugh then, a real laugh that eased my fear and my anger. How cool would it be if I had the magic to seduce men like that? It would definitely make The Booty Carousel more profitable. “I'm only a quarter siren,” I said. “Don't you think if I had that kind of power I could have gotten Leopold off me without your help?”

Confusion marred his brow. “It's not real.”

The room spun faster and my stomach lurched. “I don't feel good.”

His face was spinning around me and he looked angry again. Why? He backed away from me and I slid down the wall, barely staying upright when my feet hit the floor. “You should lay down,” he said. “Did you hit your head when Leopold attacked you?”

I threw up all over him and everything went black.

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“Dude, what'd you do to the hottie?” a male voice asked. My eyes were closed and I didn't want to open them. I was pretty sure it would hurt to open them.

I heard a slap and a male grunt. “Her name is Abigail.” I was pretty sure that was Axel. Good, if Axel was there, I was safe and I definitely didn't have to open my eyes.

“I thought her name was Sissy?”

“That's her stage name,” Axel said. “Her real name is Abigail.”

“Huh. Well, I'm pretty sure she's got a concussion. Leopold body slammed her and she hit her head.” The way the voice rumbled near my head, I suspected I was laying on the speaker's lap.

“Aren't you supposed to keep her awake if she's got a concussion?”

“That's a myth,” rumbled the voice attached the lap I was on.

“Well, how long's she been out? We need to hit the road. Marla's gonna be worried about me.”

“Marla will just find someone else to keep her warm,” Axel said.

That time there was a thud and some male cursing. Werewolves. I forced my eyes open before they destroyed my office as thoroughly as they'd destroyed my club. I winced against the bright light, pain searing through my head. I blinked until the room came into focus and looked up into brown eyes with flecks of amber. Zane looked down at me, worry creasing his brow. “Hey there. How are you feeling?”

“My head hurts.” I tried to sit up, but Zane held me down by the shoulders. “Is Rex okay? Did everyone get out?”

“Who's Rex?” Zane asked, still holding me in place.

“The guy with the gun.”

Zane snorted. “He's lucky as hell is what he is. Cops showed up just in time and hauled him off before he became vampire bait.”

“And everyone else?”

Zane glanced at someone on the other side of the room.

“They're all fine,” Axel said.

I struggled against Zane's hold. “I want to sit up.”

“It's going to hurt worse if you sit up too fast.”

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