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and she was a big believer in being prepared.
    “Nope, unacceptable,” Jade told Thea. “You’re coming with me.”
    “Really, I’ve got a lot to do,” Thea protested weakly.
    But she had already gone over her plans a dozen times, and going out one more time sounded like fun. Thea loved dancing.

6
    H alf an hour later they were climbing out of the limo and heading straight to the front of the line at Gossip, Philly’s hottest club.
    The gigantic bouncer smiled at their approach and opened the velvet rope.
    Thea looked guiltily down the line of people waiting. A few months ago she would have been at the end of it, with scant chance of getting in the doors.
    “Come on ,” Jade said, grabbing her hand and half-dragging her into the dark hallway.
    They weren’t carded. Instead, they were waved toward the dance floor.
    Music pumped so loudly the reverberations came up through the floor until Thea could feel her blood resonating in rhythm with it. Lights flashed off the disco balls and a guy with a smoke hose let off random blasts so that the whole place seemed hung with mist and stars.
    No hefty cover charge could remove the smells though. The glamorous dance floor was filled with the sweat and perfume of a couple hundred dancing twenty-somethings.
    The air practically crackled with their reckless energy. Thea let it wash over her, wishing she could take the tiniest taste. But her gift didn’t work that way. She could only manipulate the energy inside electronics, not people.
    Jade headed straight for the center of the room and began to dance, Thea joined her. No one in here had recognized them yet and it was just starting to be fun, when Jade looked up and smiled like a kid on Christmas morning.
    Thea turned to see the photographer from the event, the Italian one, whose hotness was only spoiled by his awareness of it.
    “Come on, we’re going to the Vault,” he yelled over the din.
    Thea just wanted to dance, but Jade grabbed his hand and winked at Thea.
    Thea shrugged to herself and followed them through the mist to the bouncer who minded the door of the VIP space. He led them into a room remarkable only in its simplicity compared to the rest of the club.
    Jade slid into the satin lined booth and the photographer got in next to her, leaving Thea to sit on his other side.
    “I’m so glad you could come,” he said to Jade, ignoring Thea completely.
    “This place seems cool, Dante,” Jade allowed.
    “I like the private lounge better than the floor, you’ve had enough time in the public today,” Dante replied in a sexy way.
    Jesus.
    But Jade laughed like he was a riot and continued to laugh at every stupid thing he said for the next ten minutes.
    Both of them completely ignored Thea.
    She decided to run to the bathroom while they were… whatever they were doing, and then find a reason to slip out for the evening.
    In the line, someone finally recognized her.
    “Oh, shit, you’re the girl from the magazine, right?” a girl said too loudly. Thea could almost taste the girl’s beery breath.
    “Mm,” she said noncommittally.
    “I get so mad when they say that shit about you,” the girl confided loudly, shaking her head back and forth.
    “Haters gonna hate,” Thea said lightly.
    “I’m all like, ‘She is so not a fat slob. Where is your profile pic if you’re gonna call her a big fat whore?’” the girl shouted with great satisfaction.
    Other women in the line began to titter.
    “You shouldn’t read those comments. I don’t,” Thea said with a smile. “But thanks for being a fan.”
    “I mean, you should lose weight, for your health, for sure,” drunk-girl said matter-of-factly. “But damn, they don’t have to call you a whore about it.”
    Wow.
    Thea observed, not for the first time, that her body was definitely something people had big feelings about.
    She stole a glance at drunk-girl’s physique, sizing up whether she was actually any smaller than Thea before she realized what she was