Page 7 of Hunters and Prey

"Mind your business, sucker," the blonde screeched.

Her voice now felt like nails on a board. She took one step forward, visibly attempting to intimidate the brunette. But the woman smirked, highly amused.

"Please, be stupid," she said sweetly, invitingly, parting the sides of her long black coat to reveal a dagger strapped at her side, long, curved, and bejeweled. It looked like it belonged in a museum, in another time.

The succubus froze before turning back so fast Tom's eyes could barely follow.

Tom blinked, startled.

"Thanks. That was…wow. Do they often do that? Randomly try to bespell people?"

"No."

The brunette was looking around the club, frowning.

She was worried. Tom knew three things all at once: that this woman could take care of herself, he should walk away, and he had no intention of doing that.

"Are you all right? Anything I can do to help?"

The brunette snorted. "Right. You, help me," she said, like she hadn't heard a better joke all year.

Tom followed her gaze, trying to see what was making her so twitchy.

"Seriously, you're freaking out."

"I'm not. I just feel a lot of eyes on us, and I can't quite tell where they’re coming from, or how many there are. It's too loud, too busy, and they're using it."

Tom tilted his head. "There."

There was a tall guy near a wall, bright golden eyes staring at them too intensely.

The brunette turned to look in the direction Tom had indicated, but the guy disappeared. Just…disappeared. One moment he was there, the next, there was nothing at all.

What the fuck?

"Are you in trouble?" Tom asked the hottie.

He realized he was probably in over his head; these were clearly all sups, with powers he didn't even want to understand, but leaving anyone in need of assistance wasn't his motto—let alone a woman.

"No," she replied. "You are."

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