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Lucas’s face was stony Even Dominick and Desmond at their own table looked more solemn than they had before Toso Caesar Or about the collapse of the Roman Empire History wasn’t personal, it was just facts about the past So, in spite of the fact that this history was er moved me

Lucas took my hand, and with his other he touched the side of ainst iven the raised core teain," he promised

Sadly, I didn’t think it was a proe was more than just a restaurant While theexperience, the upper level, buffered by soundproof walls and floors, was a dance club

Lucas guided me up a staircase at the back of the restaurant with our two D-na close behind us At dinner, Lucas hadan eye onfor a wolf-lieutenant to do for a displaced princess I didn’t pry further, but it seeuard I didn’t need or want

When we reached the club it wasn’t at all what I expected The walls were decorated with sophisticated red-and-black damask wallpaper, and every flat surface looked like polished black marble, from the dance floor to the bar to the individual tables

All the lights were dimmed and covered by beaded black shades Both the bar and the DJ booth were on raised platforms, while all the booths were sunk into the floor so they had to be stepped down into

I wondered if thepatrons, but the question was answered when a rabbed his date’s hand and spun her around three times as if she were a top She stopped on a diain Weres had enough natural grace to not fear a floor like this

Genevieve kne to create a unique and dynaht of her I remembered a question dinner had forced out ofLucas, I dropped back to fall into step with Desured since he’d known about Melvin the wereferret, he’d probably know about Genevieve as well

"Desmond?" The taste of lime filled my mouth, and I had to s it before I could think of speaking again

"Miss McQueen" His for to do with his orders, if by being aloof he felt he was better equipped to protect Lucas andnice to ht was over, Desmond and I would have a little chat about what exactly his issue with me was

I carried on with the question I’d been about to ask "What is Genevieve? I know she’s not a wolf, and she’s definitely feline, but I can’t quite pin her down"

A laugh punctuated the air behind us "Ah, and here I thought the idea was that curiosity killed the cat What, I wonder, did it do to the big bad wolf?" Genevieve was a few feet away, leaning against the bar with a glass of chane, and I illing to bet it was Cristal Nothing but the best for our hostess "You are concerned about what kind of cat I a heels With that added height and the fact I was in flats, she stood much taller than I and stared down at me with a lecherous smile that suited her quite well Lucas had disappeared into the croith DoNot concerned You don’t smell like any other were feline I’ve encountered"

"And you don’t sto do with the company you keep" In that one sentence Genevieve proved she was a woman to be respected and feared She knew iven her credit for "I ht of yours, you two certainly srimaced Impossible There was no way for her to knohat I could taste fro the sa It was the first ti to Desmond whenever he came near me If I was really bonded to him the same way I was bonded to Lucas, which still see it?

I couldn’t help but ask her, "What do we srinned and tossed her hair over one shoulder "Key lime pie It’s on your breath, and it’s not on id, but I did not reply