Page 63 of King’s Kismet

I giggled at them as I climbed out of the Navigator. The bouncer I’d nicknamed Hulk was at the door, behind the red velvet rope as he waited for us.

“Keys?” Hulk requested, holding his hand out.

“I’ve got them,” Palmer said, passing them over. “Do not give them back to that lunatic. He doesn’t have a driver’s license.”

“Yes, I do,” Novak argued.

“Not anymore.” My mage waved the plastic card in his grasp.

Novak grinned. “You cheeky bastard.”

Briggs furiously rubbed his forehead with his middle finger. “Can we please just go inside?”

“Come on, Grumpy,” York said to my wolf.

“I’m not grumpy,” he grumbled. “I’m nauseous, and I want a drink after that hellish ride.”

I followed them in after thanking Hulk for dealing with my SUV. Novak wasn’t a terrible driver, but no fucking way would I ever let him in my R8 Coupe. He really would kill us. Vaughn was the only one of my guys I trusted to operate any sports car.

Maybe Stone.

He did have a motorcycle… But when I’d argued that logic last week, they had all pointed out it wasn’t the same.

The music thumped around us, vibrating beneath my feet as we wandered farther into the club entrance.

We didn’t get far, though.

“Why did you stop?” my fae asked.

“Uhm…” York trailed off, scratching his head. “I can’t really explain it.”

When he stepped to the side, giving me a full view of the club’s dance floor, I stopped, too.

So did every single person in the building.

They all turned to me for a split second, their eerie tri-colored eyes meeting mine. Then they went back to dancing and drinking, flirting and laughing, like the moment never happened.

“That was fucking creepy. Why does everyone suddenly look like you?” Jack inquired in my mind, waving to me from the VIP section. “And where the fuck did Blaire go? She was just right here.”

I raised a brow at my brother from across the club. “You see this too?”

“You mean seven hundred Sloane clones in different Halloween costumes?” he popped back, an uncomfortable chuckle following his words. “Yes, I see it.”

“Am I dreaming?” Novak whispered to Stone. “This feels like a dream.”

“You’re awake,” my demon murmured. “I can’t tell if this is what death feels like or if someone is playing a really sick joke.”

“This must be what death feels like,” my vampire mused.

Palmer snorted. “You think a sea of Sloane’s personalities will surround us when we die?”

“Shh,” Stone hissed. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

“I’m right here,” I dryly replied.

“I know,” my mage retorted. “I see you… Everywhere.”

“How do we know which one is you?” York asked, his eyes wide with confusion.