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He pushed the doors open "Stay close"
The club hit lass, black and white, the height of industrial muscle dressed in Manhattan posh The décor promised uninhibited eroticis for The enormous interior was terraced with dance floors, each served by their own bars on a dozen different sublevels The ant on polished floors, others heavy on tattoos and urban decay The bartenders and servers reflected the theme of their sub-club, some in topless tuxes, others in leather and chains On one terrace, the extre servers were dressed like uniformed schoolchildren On another--I turned sharply away Not looking, not thinking about that one I hoped Barrons was keeping h I’d , flirting, and pairing off, I’ I am
Fae and human were not ard for huh to think for one moment that their tiny inconsequential lives matter to the Fae … well, Ryodan says those humans deserve to die, and when I see theree You can’t save people from themselves You can only try to wake them up
The static of so , I turned off my sidhe-seer volu Sinatra dueled with Manson; Zoe was clear: If you want it, we’ve got it, and if we don’t, we’ll create it for you
Still, there was one theme the whole place shared: Chester’s had been decorated for Valentine’s Day
"This is just wrong," Isilken cords drifted through the club, eed fro
At the entrance to everya bow that sported dozens of long golden arrows
The hu the balloons fro on stools, yanking theet at all until I watched a folded bit of paper explode fro, claildcats, deteret whatever the prize was
When one wo her treasure, three others ganged up on her, stabbed her with their arrows, and took it away Then they turned on one another with shocking brutality A man rushed in, snatched the wad of paper, and ran
I looked around for Barrons, but we’d gotten separated in the crowd I shoved dangling silk cords from my face
"Don’t you want one?" a redhead chirped, as she snatched the cord of one I’d just pushed away
"What’s in them?" I said warily