Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
“No, thank you.” Letting go of his wrists, I pulled away from the man, walking off and slipping between the bodies before his shocked expletive could get under my skin.
Keeping an eye on the scout, I eased around a couple who were practically mating right there on the floor. I couldn’t tell where one of them ended and the other began.
Goodness.
I passed a high, round top table, plucked up the forgotten, half empty pink drink, and made a beeline for the bar. As soon as I stepped out of the cluster of bodies, I slowed my step and fixed a lax smile on my face as I neared the female. She wasn’t focused on me, instead eyeing two young college girls who were dancing and laughing, obviously buzzing. She started toward them.
Letting the borrowed glass dangle from my fingers, I tripped, bumping my shoulder against the female.
She turned to me in a slow, calculated snake-like movement. Her lips peeled back in a sneer as she lowered her glass of nightshade. To everyone else in this club, her smile appeared normal. To me? I saw the two wickedly sharp incisors on each side of her mouth. Not fangs. Just sharp as an obsidian blade teeth that could tear through flesh.
“I’m so sorry.” I teetered on my high heels as I spoke over the music, placing my free hand on her arm. “Someone bumped me. Ugh. People are so rude.”
She lifted a single dark eyebrow.
“What in the world are you drinking? It looks sooo amazing.”
The female cocked her head to the side as her pale blue eyes drifted over every inch of my body, from the thick red hair and bright lips to the plunging neckline of my strappy silvery dress that showed off more than it hid. She must’ve approved of what she saw, because a tight-lipped smile replaced her sneer. “This drink is a little too hard for you.”
“Oh?” I bit down on my lower lip. “I like… hard drinks, though.”
“Do you?” When I nodded, the female stepped closer. She was my height, so her gaze lined up with mine. “How hard do you like it?”
“Very hard,” I repeated, forcing myself to hold her gaze as I giggled.
She tilted her head slightly. “I might have something better for you. You here alone?”
“My friends already left. I was getting ready to go, but… I think I have another good hour or so left in me.”
“Perfect.” The moment her black pupils constricted was brief and not noticeable to anyone who didn’t know better, but I did. I knew what she was doing, entrancing me. I forced my muscles to loosen, for the eager smile that said I was down for anything to slip off my face. I stood before the female, silent… and waiting as she leaned in, brushing her lips against mine as she whispered, “Come with me.”
She plucked the borrowed drink out of my hand and placed it on the bar beside us, then she took my hand in her cool grasp. Her pace was fast and steps long as she led me around the bar to the staircase.
Jackpot.
The man standing at the foot of the stairs stepped aside, and one glance at his vacant expression told me he was a human that had been fed on until he was completely under the fae’s control. And just as dangerous and unpredictable as the fae themselves.
She led me up the wide spiral staircase, her grip tight as she all but dragged me along, turning right at the top to a dimly lit balcony. Downing half of the nightshade, a drink toxic to humans but more like tequila to the fae, she led me to a set of occupied couches and chair. I registered several fae, all with a tranced human by their side or in their laps. It was likely none of these humans were going to make it out of this club alive tonight.
“Look what I found, Tobias.” The female pulled me forward with a strength that didn’t match her willowy frame, and I let myself be shoved, even allowed myself to stumble. The fae caught my arm, stopping me from toppling flat on my face.
My gaze darted around, and then I saw him.
He was sitting on a small, black couch, his arms and legs spread in an arrogant sprawl. I saw the human façade just for a brief second. Pale skin gave way to a silvery tone. Hair and features remained the same. Blond and handsome, he looked like a frat boy with silver skin and pointed ears. He was definitely one of them.
And now I had a name to match a face I’d never forget.
Tobias.
A rush of anticipation shot through my veins, spreading goosebumps all over my skin. It was him. There’d been five of them total and he was one of the three that remained.