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he disappeared again. It was a him. Very much so. She turned to her partner.
        "I'm thirsty. Could you grab me a drink?"
        "Sure, what would you like? Let me guess? Pina Colada." He looked pretty sure of himself.
        "How did you know?" She patted his arm, mentally rolling her eyes.
        "I'm good like that," he said and winked. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."
        "Wouldn't dream of it." She spun and took off as soon as he left to grab the offending drink. She looked a round the club for the eyes and the face with the body attached. Brena looked at her questioningly when they made eye contact. She shrugged, unwilling to explain. She felt crazy for searching for a pair of eyeballs. She wasn't that drunk. Almost willing t o give up, she turned to sit back down at the table when she smacked into a solid wall that hadn't been there a second ago. She looked up at the wall. It was the eyes, and the face, and the body. Of a God.
     
       Ethan stared down at Alexandria. She was perfec tion. He already knew that of course, not only because he had been watching her all night, but because he had been watching her whole life. He had loved her almost as long. As soon as he realized her Lab was responsible for overseeing the attack that occu r red today, he knew it spelled danger. When the King had asked him to come and take charge of the investigation, he could either refuse, which he would never do, or dive head first into oblivion. Which now stared up at him through emerald green eyes.  Admi r ing, if he read her correctly. It made him warm to think she liked the way he looked. He puffed up a bit and held his hand out to signify the dance floor. She took it and led the way. It was the second time he had touched her skin. As soft as the first. W h ich served to remind him why he shouldn't be touching her at all. But it was All Hallows Eve. Nobody was themselves tonight. He took advantage of that by pulling her close and swaying to the music. The poor excuse of a vampire she had been dancing with pr e viously walked up, holding a drink in his hand.
        "Baby, what the hell?" He yelled over the music. Ethan pushed him to leave without a backward glance. She didn ’ t even notice. She was still staring up at him. Her black hair fell in waves  down around he r shoulders and she wore a red dress he could only describe as scandalous. The hooded red cape gave away her costume. Red Riding Hood. She must have noticed his assessment of her attire. She blushed prettily and he sucked in a breath.
        "Naughty Red Rid ing Hood," she exclaimed.
        "Yes. I see," he said, and she grinned.
        "What are you supposed to be?" She looked him up and down as they danced.
    He hadn't actually dressed for this trip. He came on a whim as soon as he realized she was near. Even thoug h she registered as human to his kind, he could find her anywhere, he knew.
        "Um, Sexy Biker?" He was wearing a leather jacket.
        "Yes. I see it now." She sounded like that was the first thing she had seen. He was reaching a dangerous level of happiness.
        "You come here often?" He cringed. That was pathetic, but it made her laugh so he decided it was a good thing.
        "Every chance I can get actually. I love to dance." She sure did. It showed in her tight form and her graceful moves.
        "I see." It was all he could come up with. She spun away, showing him a tempting view of her backside. He was so dead. It was getting harder to remember why he wasn ’ t supposed to be here.
        "So, since I've never seen you here before, I take it you ’ re from out of town." She swayed.
        "Yes. Just got in today actually. I'm starting a new job." He dared put a hand to her waist. She drew closer.
        "So you'll be here awhile?"
        "Forever if you want." He whispered unthinkingly, as he bent to catch a whiff of her hair.
        "What?" She turned.
        "Oh, I mean… Shit." He was such a tool. But