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She gave me a mischievous smile, the same kind of smile she’d given me before she carved her name into my chest. “Honestly, I like it. It’s kind of hot to see how many people can’t keep their eyes off you.”
I leaned down, brushing my lips against her neck. She sucked in her breath and clutched her hand around my wrist. “I like seeing them stare atus. Any one of them would be lucky to have us fuck them. But both of us? Together?”
She was barely restraining her smile as I pulled back to look at her. “We’d absolutely murder an orgy.”
I tweaked an eyebrow. “Literally, or figuratively?”
“Depends on the circumstance.” She used that hand on my wrist to reverse our positions, pressing her body up against mine, my back against the wall. “Under other circumstances, I’d bring those two women over here and get them on their knees forme. Maybe I’d even let them beg for permission to touch you.”
“Goddamn. It’s going to be really fucking hard to hide a boner right now, Juniper.”
She giggled sadistically, groping me through my trousers. “Easy there, demon boy. There’s only one reason we’re here. We can fuck around later.”
“I’ll hold you to that. But right, right. Murder bitches, get fucked...or something like that.”
She gave me a long, exasperated stare. “It’sfuck bitches, get money, Zane.”
“Right, yeah, that’s what I said.”
Couples were grinding on each other around us, and people had gathered around several tables hosting drinking games out on the large balcony that wrapped around the house. The kitchen countertop was lined with snacks, and the island bar was covered with bottles of liquor in every size and color.
There was no sign of Kent, and I had the feeling we’d have to wait for an opportunity to sneak away and find him. Once the sun had set, and everyone was too drunk to notice, we’d move.
I leaned down to speak over the noise, “Want a drink?”
She nodded her head. “God, yes please. Just don’t make it dangerous.”
“Oh, I always make them dangerous, love.”
In the kitchen, I surveyed the bottles on the countertop before taking my picks from among them. The woman beside me kept staring at me over her drink, and when I glanced over, she swayed drunkenly and gave me a messy grin.
“Damn, Steph, you’re looking fine as hell!” A man latched on to her, squeezing her ass as she squealed. I didn’t need to see his face to know it was Jeremiah — the smell alone announced his presence. He brought his mouth close to the drunk girl’s ear, but he made sure he was loud enough for those around him to hear, “I’m having a little private party in my room, why don’t you head up there?”
She smiled and stumbled away as I began to shake the drink I’d concocted. Some humans considered themselves hunters too; humans like Jeremiah. But they preyed on the weak and vulnerable. They weren’t hunters, they were trappers: baiting, luring, andtakingwhatever they could. They knew they were unworthy of their prey, but they wanted it regardless.
It was pathetic.
Jeremiah was still leaning there, staring at me as I twirled the shaker in my palm. “Are you a bartender or something? Bet that gets you a lot of pussy, huh? All the bartenders I know get bitches like crazy.” He was pouring juice and vodka into a plastic cup. His shoulder kept bumping into mine, and I was really tempted to snap his arm from its socket. He was drunk and loud, all swagger and alcohol-infused confidence. “There’s a trick to it, though, you know?”
I glanced over, because he’d held up his palm in such a way that I knew he wanted me to see something.
What I saw was a tiny white pill — right before he dropped it into the shaker and began using a muddler to crush it amongst maraschino cherries. He winked at me, poured the drink into a cup, and left the kitchen.
Motherfucker.
I watched him move into the living room and offer the drink to a tiny woman with bobbed black hair and large glasses. Raelynn Lawson.
I poured my drink, watching as she took the cup, smiled and sipped. Fucking hell, where was Leon? I’d told him to let it go, but damn, the stubborn bastard never listened to me.
Rae kept drinking. She wouldn’t have a clue what was happening once that pill hit her system, and something told me Jeremiah wasn’t doing this just to convince her to join his “private party.” He’d have something even more sinister in mind.
I found Juniper leaning against the far wall, surveying the crowd. I pressed the cup into her hands, and said, “We have a bit of a problem.”
“I saw.” Her eyes were fixated on Rae, who raised her cup to her lips yet again. That girl was sipping down her own death and didn’t even realize. “Why would she drinkanythinghe handed her? We have to stop her.”
“Can’t exactly drag her away,” I muttered. Jeremiah had moved away from her, but he’d be biding his time, keeping track of where she went. I hated pathetic little fucks like him.
Free will was inherent to existence, it was the one moral code we demons ascribed to. We couldn’t claim a soul unless the human was willing. We did nothing with mortals nor each other that wasn’t desired by everyone involved. To force one’s own will upon another was considered deplorable.
