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Holt was muttering something under his breath, pinching the corners of his eyes. Larkin didn’t seem to notice, because he was too busy nudging my shoulder again and pointing at something in the arena.
“Hey, there’s Bryce and Heather. Don’t you know them?”
My gaze followed the direction to the bar area, and I saw two cops walking in through the entrance still in uniform. I didn’t recognise either of them—a short woman with red hair and a tall, beefy guy with a shaved head.
The guy stretched out his neck as the pair of them stepped away from each other, almost as if they were getting ready to fight themselves, or like they were making space for something.
“Shit. Taylor,” Holt suddenly blurted out, and when I turned my head to look at him, he was staring at me with a mildly panicked expression.
I frowned. “Are you okay?”
“Yep, peachy. Great. Just—” His eyes darted down to the arena once before he looked at me intently, leaning in and placing his hand directly over Larkin’s face to shove him out of the way.
My breath caught, gaze darting down to his mouth. What was he doing…?
“Um. I…” He glanced at the arena again, but as I started to turn to see what he was looking at, his hands shot up to grab my cheeks and keep me facing him. “I just wanted to… tell you… that… it’s cool that you’re here.”
“Oh.” I flushed with pleasure. I mean, I’d kind of been hoping for his tongue in my mouth, but Larkin was right there, still leaning over the back of the couch directly between us, watching intently. “Well, I’m… I’m having a lot of fun. Thank you for inviting me.”
“I’m getting major vibes, you two,” Larkin breathed between us, his face unnervingly close. “Like, there’s an energy here, you know?”
“Shut up, Larkin,” Holt gritted out, but he was still clasping my face. And as his fingers gentled their grip, I felt them brush lightly over my cheek before he let go.
“I’m just saying, it kinda seems like you wanna fuck.” Larkin looked between us, still wedged in the middle as he leaned over the back of the couch. “Or did you last night? I can’t tell. I’m just getting the sense that you two’ve shared something intimate, ya know?”
“We didn’t—We were really drunk.” My face was burning. We had shared something incredibly intimate, but it hadn’t been sex.
But now I was thinking about what it would be like to have sex with Holt.
I really wanted to have sex with Holt.
His weird, wobbly pupils had grown enormous as he stared back at me, his cheeks flushing that darker grey. Finally, he looked away and shifted back around to face the arena.
“If you talk about vibes again, Larkin, you’re fired.”
As Larkin huffed and finally moved away, I reluctantly turned to watch the wrestling again, but my heart was beating a little faster.
Blood Suckapunch and High Lord Crossbody were fighting now, the announcer commentating through the mic in a loud, enthusiastic stream, but my attention was pulled to the bar area when I spotted movement out of the corner of my eye.
There were two demons standing there in cop uniforms.
One was tall and bald, the other short with red hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall of flames. Their skin was deep red, and big, bat-like wings were flexing gently on their backs, poking through their uniforms. The faces looked somewhat familiar, but were now craggy and demonic, with glowing white eyes, flat noses and sharp teeth.
Was that… Bryce and Heather?
How the fuck had they gotten into those full-body costumes so quickly? Without even taking off their cop uniforms?
“Ohhh, that looked like it hurt!” the announcer yelled through the mic, dragging my attention back to the ring before I could ask Holt about the two demon cop cosplayers.
High Lord Crossbody was sprawled against the ropes, looking dazed as Blood Suckapunch paced back and forth, hissing periodically. Seeming to collect himself, High Lord Crossbody straightened, then launched himself across the ring.
Blood Suckapunch covered his lower face with his cape again in the classic old-timey vampire move, but at the same time, he extended his other arm straight out to his side and launched himself directly at High Lord Crossbody to take him down with a clothesline. His arm slammed into the other man’s neck, sending him flying back to land on the mat.
“Oh damn,” I murmured, watching with wide eyes as High Lord Crossbody writhed around on the mat dramatically, hips thrusting up into the air and heels digging in as he pretended to be in immense pain. Except it just looked really sexual, which was probably the idea. The crowd was loving it. I’d watched professional wrestling a fair amount as a kid. Had it been my sexual awakening? Probably, looking back.
I was definitely going through some kind of sexual awakening right now.
I forgot all about Bryce and Heather when High Lord Crossbody recovered and jumped to his feet. He immediately scrambled up onto one of the corner posts, standing there with effortless balance and poise before his wings started fluttering again and he rose up into the air.
