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I dropped forward and probed up his chest to find his face in the dark . . . his eyes, were they open?

The sprinklers started up, suddenly drenching us under a torrent of rain, but I could hardly feel it or hear the alarms over my pounding heart.

“Zee?!”

CHAPTER 6

I flung on a fluffy white hotel gown and dashed from the room. Fire alarms wailed, and the sprinklers still rained all over me and others leaving their rooms, but I didn’t care about any of that.

Victor . . . I had to find Victor.

I’d done something to Zee. Something bad.

“Victor?!”

I’d left Zee on the bed, not moving . . . breathing but not moving. Out cold.

What if I’d hurt him? Really hurt him?

Where was Victor? “Victor?!”

“Adam.” Victor appeared, meeting me halfway down the grand staircase. He must have seen the fear on my face. He grabbed my shoulders, holding firm.

“I think I hurt him,” I mumbled.

“Back to the room.” Victor stuck by my side as we hurried back up the stairs.

“We were uhm . . . you know . . . and it was good. Real good. But then . . . I don’t know.” We reached the landing. The sprinklers had stopped but the carpet squished under my bare feet. “I think I maybe hurt him with too much sex,” I whispered.

“He’s an incubus. There’s no such thing as too much sex.”

What was the opposite of hurting someone? Cuddling them? No, that wasn’t it.

Victor flung open our suite door, letting out a flood of purple light.

Neon purple poured over us, radiating off the figure in the middle of the room. Enormous sparkling wings throbbed with purple fire. Zee turned to face us, cocked a hip, and grinned. “Guys, I am so fucking high right now. Like . . . I can see into the fucking future or some shit, and it’s so bright. There are bubbles and butterflies.”

He was alright! More than alright. He was glowing and talking and brilliant.

“Close the door,” Victor urged. “Before someone sees him.”

I clicked the door closed and snicked the lock over, just in case Wesley got any ideas. “Zee, are you okay?”

“Am I okay? Am I fucking okay?!” he laughed. “Kitten, I’m like . . . It’s like I’m on a roller coaster, an orgy roller coaster, riding the climax! I can feel everyone in this fuckin’ hotel—feel what they’re feeling—and it’s a fuckin’ rush. Whooo!” His purple hue brightened, throbbing with its own kind of beat.

“Perhaps you can tone down the light show?” Victor asked, squinting away.

“Nope, tried. I’m on literal fuckin’ fire!” He strutted over to Victor, raining sparks with every hip-swaying step, then finger-walked up Victor’s chest. “I could eat you right up, Daddy Vampire. Imma blow your mind while I blow your load.”

Victor’s silvery eyes reflected Zee’s purple sparks, and for a breathless second he almost looked as though he’d take Zee up on that offer. They stood in some kind of silent standoff, with Zee slowly and provocatively licking his lips and Victor’s fangs gradually growing.

“Uh . . . Just so we’re clear, you are okay, Zee?” I asked.

“Kitten, I am more than okay. I am a sex god. Pretty sure I could make everyone in this hotel come with a click of my fingers.” He raised his right hand, fingers poised.

“Don’t do that,” Victor warned in his thick, gravelly, post-sex voice.

“It’d be fun, though, wouldn’t it?” Zee grinned.