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"Thank you." Negal lifted the glass, took a sip, and smiled at the cyborg bartender. "It's excellent as always."
Bob smiled with his metallic lips, which never failed to amuse him. It was such a quirky and oddly human-looking smile.
"Thank you, master. It's my pleasure to serve you." He dipped his head and then zipped to the other side of the bar to serve another customer.
Turning around, Negal glanced at the entrance again and nearly choked on his drink.
Margo was almost unrecognizable in the black evening gown she was wearing, and she looked stunning, but as he felt his fangs elongating, it wasn't because he was overcome by desire.
She was walking in with Max, her arm threaded through his, and she was laughing at something he was saying. The Guardian looked smug as can be, and Negal felt like punching him in his smiling face.
Calm down, he ordered himself.
It wasn't Max's fault that Negal was an idiot and had given up his chance with Margo. The guy was an excellent trooper and a good male all around.
Nevertheless, Negal couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked regal in the black dress, her long blond hair twisted and pinned on the back of her head. He watched as Max escorted her to Mia and Toven's table, pulled out a chair for her, said something that had her smiling and nodding, and then walked away.
Could it be that they weren't together?
Negal watched the Guardian as he walked across the converted dining room and sat down at a table with several of his Guardian friends and a few females who were probably their mothers.
What was going on?
Margo had arrived on Max's arm as if she was his date for tonight, but if that was the case, they would have sat together.
Hope surged in Negal's chest.
He wasn't good at wooing, but he could dance at least as well as the immortals. As soon as the newlyweds took to the dance floor as a married couple, he would rush to Margo and ask her to dance before Max had a chance to beat him to it, and he wouldn't let go of her until the party was over so the Guardian couldn't steal her from him.
Luckily, Negal's table was much closer to Toven and Mia's than Max's, so unless the guy could fly over the dance floor which bisected the room, he had no chance of making it to Margo first.
Lifting his face to the ceiling, Negal offered a quick thank you to the Fates, and then took his drink and headed back to his table, but at the last moment changed directions and walked toward Margo's.
34
MARGO
As Margo saw Negal making his way toward her, looking devastatingly handsome in his tuxedo, her breath hitched.
Next to her, Mia chuckled. "Someone is zeroing in on you like a heat-seeking missile."
Margo couldn't respond even if she wanted to. Her throat was dry, and she reached for her glass of water and sipped on it to avoid looking at the approaching god.
Why had everything with Negal become so difficult? They'd been doing great until they reached the ship, and he'd confirmed his plans with Gertrude for tonight. Ever since that moment, a sense of loss had taken residence in Margo's heart.
It wasn't rational, and it wasn't fair to Negal or to Gertrude, but there wasn't much Margo could do about the way she felt.
Maybe it was connected to the drug withdrawal?
While she'd been high, she'd felt on top of the world, and when she'd dropped from that peak, she had suddenly felt defeated.
Both emotions were foreign to her.
Margo had never been overly brazen. She was reserved and cautious, but she was also confident and assertive. That didn't mean, though, that she was willing to take a guy from another woman even if she could.
Margo wouldn't like it if someone else went after a man she was dating. She lived by the motto of not doing unto others that which would upset her if it was done to her.
Why wasn't Negal with the nurse, though? Maybe she hadn't arrived yet?
