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"Like who? I'll say I'm paying you--"
"Star!"
The voice comes from behind me, making me jump. Aisling jerks away, and I turn to see a big, dark-haired guy in a black t-shirtand slacks, a gun holster across his chest. He's glaring at the two of us, his brow furrowed.
"Oberon," Aisling breathes. "I'm with a client--"
"I can see that," he says. "But there are certain rules in Dreamland...and I think our guest here has overstayed his welcome."
I glance between Aisling and Oberon, not wanting to cause any trouble for her even as rage pulses through my veins. Fuck this asshole keeping me away from my omega...
...but I can't say that.
"Just tell me what I did and I'll make it right," I mutter.
"You pay for a private room if you want to touch the merchandise," Oberon growls.
"What do you want?" Aisling snaps, interrupting him.
His eyes never leave me. "Just making sure you're safe."
My gaze flicks to the door, calculating. I'm not going to fight him; it'd blow my cover. Instead, I shrug...and make a mental note of this guy, Oberon, as a potential obstacle that needs investigating before I try to spring Aisling out of here.
"Well, I guess I should get going," I say. "Wouldn't want to break the rules."
I brush past Oberon and walk through the club, back toward the elevator. I don't risk another look at Aisling--not with Oberon right on my tail, following me with his weapon at the ready. He's the last thing I see as I get into the elevator, the doors sliding shut.
"Best stay away from here, Angel," Oberon says. "Star's mine."
The door thuds closed.
The elevator sinks.
And I barely resist the urge to punch the fucking wall when I know for a fact that Aisling belongs with me.
Chapter seven
Aisling
"We need to talk."
Oberon beckons me off of the balcony and I follow him back into the club, then past the bar to the back corridor where we have our rooms. Lark watches me with wide eyes as we disappear into the residential area, Oberon right behind me the whole time as we make our way to the dressing room.
This is dangerous.
The moment I'm claimed by an Eclipse alpha...this is all over. The only way I'll be able to truly escape is by playing these sides against each other, strategizing to escape. I need to get myself and the girls out of here, but I may have flown too close to the sun when I made Oberon think we could be something.
It could get not just me killed, but Oberon--then I wouldn't have a single ally in this place.
The door clicks shut behind Oberon and his towering frame fills the space like a threat. Moonlight and neon spill in through the window behind me, casting shadows over his clenched jaw. He doesn't move closer but his presence presses in on every inch of the room.
"Star," he starts, voice low, a growl held back by a thread. "What the hell was that about?"
I lean back against the dressing room mirror, cool glass against my bare shoulders. I watch him in the reflection, the way his eyes pin me without even a touch, and I shudder.
I feel something for Gunnar, yeah--sweet, bashful Gunnar. But there's something with Oberon, too.
Something just as sensual and seductive, but more dangerous.
