Page 12 of Dancing with My Elf
“Smart.” He tapped his temple and smiled. “Good approach.”
“Do you have other supes working there?”
“Tony’s a witch. He calls himself a wizard of wands—and you know which one he’s referring to,” he quipped.
“I had an inkling in my face last night.” I arched a brow. “What about the owner? Is he aware of what you are?”
“Yes. His great-grandfather was a bear shifter, but he doesn’t appear to have inherited any of the traits. He is open-minded, though, and comfortable with shifters. As long as something doesn’t affect his earning potential, he’s a good guy.”
“Good. I’ll talk to him when we return tonight.”
Lucas slanted a gaze. “You’re coming back to the club?”
I arched my brows. “Yes, is that a problem?”
Lucas
Was it a problem to have the three of them return to the club? Judging by my dragon’s excitement at being close to Zoe once more, we had an issue on our hands.
Mate.He was ready to take flight and declare we’d found the one. What the hell had gotten into him? Sure, some shifters were convinced there was a soul mate—and sole mate—for each of them, but I wasn’t buying that hogwash. I was only half shifter, and my parents didn’t have that bond, so why would I? The idea of one person for life was ludicrous. How many marriages had I seen end up in divorce? Likely half of the brides who came into the club to celebrate their bachelorette party would be single and, on the market, again within a few years.
And to fixate on a woman we didn’t know? Sure, Zoe smelled amazing. Her eyes drew me in, hazel with flecks of amber, gold and green that I hadn’t noticed in the darkness of the club last night. She stirred some funny feelings inside, ones I couldn’t exactly identify. It felt like potent fluttering—as if I’d hatched a dozen baby dragons inside.
Even more inexplicable was this strange compulsion to be near her again.
She stared at me, waiting for my reply, while I wrestled with this perplexing reaction.
I rubbed my jaw. “No, it’s not a problem.”
“Are you working tonight?” Zoe asked.
“Yes.” I turned to wag my finger at Nova and Gianna. “You’re not coming back, are you?”
Nova twisted her hair. “Trust me, I prefer not to. It’s not my scene whatsoever. But we need to.”
“And me,” Gianna piped up with a wide smile.
“What?” My mouth dropped open. “Why? Are you trying to get me in trouble with my roommates?”
“We’re not going to be entertained,” Nova replied. “It’s all part of the investigation.”
I rubbed the back of my head. I didn’t like the idea of a demon infiltrating my club, but hey, I’d worked last night and didn’t see any sign of trouble—except my problem with gravity.
“But why would you go, Gianna?” I asked her.
She put her hand on her chest and quirked a saucy brow. “I’m not missing this show.”
“No, I mean…” I left out the part about demons. She knew what she was getting herself into, right? “Does Sebastian know about this?”
“No way,” Gianna declared. “He’d freak out. You know how protective he gets. He’d be down there faster than butter melts in a hot pan.” She gestured at Nova. “But I’m safe with a witch who conquered a demon.” Then she motioned to Zoe. “And a badass elf detective with all kinds of supernatural defenses up her sleeve.”
“And in her pockets.” Zoe tapped her black jacket.
I scanned her for a bulge showing concealed weapons, but whatever she’d stashed was well hidden.
I groaned and lowered my head. “The guys are going to give me hell.”
“Not at all,” Gianna dismissed. “I’ll tell Sebastian later when I return safe and well—and with hopefully a great story about how we saw you in all your glorious action.”
