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Zoe’s mouth twitched. “Stop scaring the locals.”
“She’s just looking for a sucker to scam. That lap dance would’ve cost me three hundred euros. Not that I wanted it anyway.” I scowled. “You could’ve helped, you know.”
“I figured you could handle a hundred-pound human.”
She slid an arm around my waist and laughed up at me.
My heart lurched. No one would recognize the Ice Princess right now, and not because she’d dimmed her supernatural allure.
I dropped an arm over her shoulders and pulled her closer.
It wasn’t just her relaxed, happy smile or that she’d touched me without thinking, just because she wanted to.
It was that she felt safe enough to show me the real woman.
Mine.
Right there and then, I made up my mind. The hell with taking things slow.
This wasn’t going to end after we left Paris. Somehow, we’d work it out. I was damned if I’d let a two-hundred-year-old feud keep us apart.
“Here we are.” Zoe nodded at a cobblestone alley.
My nape prickled. I brushed my mouth over her ear. “Someone’s watching us,” I said in subvocal tones and palmed a switchblade.
“Mm-hm.” She bent and pretended to brush something off her boot. When she straightened, she had a long silver knife secreted in her hand.
We turned casually around and scanned the main street. Three women chatting animatedly in French passed by, followed by a pair of men who were clearly more interested in the women than us.
“Maybe someone’s watching from the shadows,” Zoe murmured.
Which meant either a vampire or a dhampir.
“Yeah,” I said grimly. The itchy feeling increased.
No one but Tomas and Philippe—and possibly my father—knew we were in Paris, and none of them knew where in the city we were. Plus, we were still camouflaged, me with a glamour, Zoe dimming her skin and her hair tucked under a Baltimore Orioles cap I’d given her.
So why the fuck were we being followed?
“Le Sang Bleu is right there.” Zoe tipped her head at the next building. “I vote we go inside. As long as we close the door behind us, whoever it is won’t be able to follow without leaving the shadows.”
I glanced at the dark red door. It was unmarked because we supernaturals knew how to find the club, and the only humans allowed inside were thralls hired by the management.
“All right. You go first. I’ll block the way and then close the door.”
“Princess Zoe?” A silver-haired woman in cropped black pants and pink high tops tripped across the street. “Is that you?”
I swore and grabbed her. Her scent was human, but slayers come in all shapes and sizes.
She squeaked. I shoved her further down the alley and slammed her up against a wall, my hand around her throat. Beneath my fingers, her pulse fluttered like a trapped parakeet.
I bared my fangs. “What do you want with the princess?”
“Rafe, no.” Zoe laid a hand on my back. “I know her.”
The woman grabbed my wrist and nodded vigorously. “I’m her…sty—”
“Shut up.” I tightened my grip on her throat.
