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"Diesel," I mutter. "He beat the hell out of Lark. She can't dance tonight."
Oberon's gaze hardens.
"I'll take care of it," he says.
"I need to handle this myself," I say.
He tilts his head up the stairs.
"Then we go together."
We climb the stairs up to Eddy's office, my feet starting to ache in my heels. They weren't made for this--they're just for dancing, for flying. I suddenly feel ridiculous wearing this shimmery silver teddy, especially as Oberon's eyes continue to look toward me.
He flushes when I notice.
"You can look," I say with a wry smile. "Everyone else does."
He chuckles. "I ain't like that, Star."
"I know," I say. "That's why you're allowed."
When we reach Eddy's office, I knock on the door and wait for his response. I don't hear anything, so I knock again, and his muffled voice reaches us.
"Fuck off!" he shouts. "I'm busy!"
"Eddy," Oberon snaps, knocking on his door again. "We need to see you."
There's some rustling, and then Eddy's face appears in the doorway. The beta is an older guy--probably about fifty, if I had to hazard a guess--and he's not so much the owner of Dreamland as he is the caretaker...which he's pretty fucking bad at. His eyes are bloodshot, his chin covered in stubble. He looks like shit, and when he sees me standing beside Oberon he frowns.
"I don't pay you to bother me," Eddy snaps. "Did Stargazer here get into trouble again?"
"Diesel attacked Lark. He needs to be expelled from the club or else you won't have a club left to run."
"The hell I won't," Eddy mutters.
"Eddy, I've seen him rough up the other girls, too," Oberon says.
"And your customers don't pay for bruised girls," I say.
Eddy scowls, but then I hear a voice from behind him, along with a chair scuffing on the floor. "Did I just hear that one of your guys beat up a dancer?"
I stumble back at the wave of pheromones that washes out of the office, a tall and slender alpha in a fancy suit walking toward us. Eddy flinches. "I'll handle it, Mr. Rossi--"
Rossi?Shit...that's the head of the Eclipse--the most important man in Echo Beach, and one of the most powerful players in Pacific City.
"What's his name?" Mr. Rossi asks me.
Oberon goes quiet, his hands clasped behind his back. I feel all three men's eyes on me, and I swallow hard.
"Diesel," I murmur. "I don't know his last name."
"And yours?" Rossi asks Oberon.
"Vega," Oberon says. "Oberon Vega."
"Alright, Oberon..." Rossi says. "I think we have some work to do. Eddy, I our business here is done--and how about you give this sweet girl the rest of the night off for being a good samaritan?"
"But she's our best dancer--" Eddy starts.
