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Maybe that’s what we need. A bit of mayhem to bring on a revolution of change.
Supernaturals hated change, even if we enjoyed instigating it every chance we got. Change was upon the horizon, and they were all about to witness what Willow Alundra Phoenix would bring to the table.
Willow spun on her stool to face the buzzing surroundings of dancing males and a few females that were getting their last dance on before the club closed.
What separated the bar stools and the dance floor were elite men in sophisticated suits and glamorous jewels that screamed “rich, powerful, and deadly.”
It made me mentally chuckle.
Most of those men were weak motherfuckers making their money talk in hopes anyone would listen to their bullshit. They didn’t know a billion-dollar queen sat right there observing them all.
Fools.
Crossing one leg over the other, Willow didn’t turn back as the bartender laid her glass drink upon her offered hand that was waiting for the designated alcoholic beverage, while her other arm was resting along the dark oakwood surface counter behind her.
She muttered her thanks, her eyes surveying the rest of the area.
She knew I hadn’t left my spot, and I bet she’d already located where Saint was, but she pretended to be clueless while she swirled her glass in a slow movement.
She’s waiting for something.
That encouraged me to pay close attention to our surroundings, but the seconds turned to minutes of observing. The bartender returned and placed the remaining two drinks on the opposite sides of her as if he knew we’d return to her side when the time was right.
But what are we waiting for?
“Incoming, three o’clock,”my wolf warned and that got me zeroing in to my right. Within seconds, a man in a white suit emerged from the dancing crowd, and I locked in on the two guards who were also in white attire.
They weren’t even trying to blend in -no, they wanted to be seen.Their approach was slow, smooth, with a hint of calculative nature while their leader reached where Willow was first.
The bartender clearly understood the privacy regarding the sudden approach, because he moved away from where he’d been wiping down glasses and headed to the back.
That was my cue to begin to move. My movement was completely unnoticeable, just the way I liked it.
“Willow De Luca,” the leader in question began as he held a drink of his own and lifted it as if he was expecting a greeting toast. “I never thought I’d get to meet you in person.”
Willow eyed him carefully from head to toe, her gaze as calculative as this man before her. She knew he wasn’t just any individual, especially with the two guards now at his side.
Two can play that game.
I reached the stool on Willow’s right first - my fingers wrapping around the glass of the drink before I spun smoothly counter-clockwise until I was right next to Willow and clinking my glass against the opposing enemy before Willow could.
The clinking sound was far too loud for one glass solely, and I saw the culprit of the second clink of a glass that came from the left side. Saint’s drink was in his grasp and clinking against the opposing man’s.
It was far too flawless to ignore our synchronized execution, and I couldn’t help but glance over to the Dark Lord in question, noticing the way he beamed proudly like a typical smug motherfucker.
Why the hell did that make me grin in return?
Willow simply glanced between us and decided to retract her glass from even attempting to clink the man in question glass. The leader’s surprise dipped to a dissatisfied grimace, which only proved that we’d pissed him off with our entrance. But we weren’t here to please anyone.
This is our domain.
While my free left arm moved effortlessly to claim Willow’s waist from behind, Saint’s free arm casually landed on her shoulders. She couldn’t be pulled in either direction because we purposely ensured she was pressed on both sides and I swore she was mentally rolling her eyes at us.
“You two are too much,”she quietly muttered through our bond, and boy did it make us quietly chuckle so we wouldn’t wake any of the others.
“Glad that I’m known, but it would be nice to know who exactly is thrilled to meet me at four in the morning?” Willow declared as she took a sip of her drink. I briefly watched as her tongue glided along her lips to take away the lingering rocks that were surely a mix of sour and sweet.
Tempting.
