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Dreadlocks blurred. When he cleared, his hand was in his pocket. An onlooker could have blamed what happened on a trick of light, but I knew better. I’d seen Eirik pull that move. He’d be by his bed one second and the next by my side. Dreadlocks had used runes to go into hyper-speed, and possibly runed the occupants of the table.
    The table cleared, confirming my suspicions, and the Grimnirs took two of the vacated seats. Damn. Rude much . Instead of taking seats across from each other, they sat side by side like a couple. Maybe they were gay. They didn’t order drinks. Instead, they sat with their backs to the stage and slouched with bored expressions.
    No, there was nothing lover-like about them.
    As though they realized I was watching them, they looked at me. I didn’t like the expressions on their faces. Was Eirik with them? I searched the faces of the people at the entrance, my heart tripping and starting to pound. I realized what I was doing, and mentally slapped myself. Stupid heart. It had no business hopping with excitement at the thought of seeing that man.
    Eirik was in my past. He was probably leading a charmed life, playing the part meant for him as the perfect son of a god and a goddess, the future leader of the deities, dragon shifter—feared and revered. Chances were he’d also found his sister and reunited his family. With his sister in the hall, his mother would stop being vengeful.
    Wait a second. Forget Eirik. There were two reapers in the club after months of not seeing a single one. Reapers meant one thing—death. Was something about to go down? Should I warn people?
    Zack and Wes returned with our drinks—Sprite for me and Diet Coke for Hayden. Wes was a bit pink in the face and took Zack’s seat, which meant my overprotective cousin had gotten his way. He had the nerve to shoot me a triumphant look before he pulled Hayden down on his lap.
    Yeah, whatever. I had more important things to worry about.
    My eyes met the Grimnirs’. Dreadlocks was no longer smiling. Part of me wanted to defy the orders Rhys had given me months ago, march across the room, and demand to know what was going on. If there was going to be an accident, I had to know. I could save people. Hell, my cousin was with me. To save him, I’d break all the rules.
    Remember the Norns.
    Would they really erase my memories if I talked to the reapers? Did it matter if it meant saving lives? Not in my book. Worse, more people crowded the dance floor.
    I hated feeling helpless. Hated being so indecisive. Maybe I should start a fire. My spells had gotten better. No, a fire would cause pandemonium. I could just see the pile up. Harbinger of death. Yep, my worst nightmare would come true.
    Maybe Sullivan should wave his badge and shut down the place. Sullivan was seated to our left. His boyish face actually blended well with the crowd. I made eye contact and smiled. He raised his drink in acknowledgement. Then the arrival of two women distracted him.
    Not just any women. Grimnirs. They all dressed alike—leather pants, dusters, boots, and fingerless gloves.
    My eyes flew to Echo and Dreadlocks. More Grimnirs meant bad news. But why target my father’s officer? Time to work my mojo and clear this place. I was cutting off the electrical system to the DJ’s booth and the stage. No electricity to the sound system meant no band playing. The students would leave and get online to bitch about everything.
    Here goes nothing.
    I closed my eyes and started a spell.
    “Would you like to dance, Celestia?” a deep voice asked, and my eyes flew open. I gawked at Echo.
    “What?” I had to yell to be heard above the music.
    “Would you like to dance?” Man, he didn’t even yell, yet his voice carried around the table. Everyone was staring. If I didn’t already know him, I would be gawking too.
    “No, thanks.”
    He smiled. Damn. His hotness jumped from zero to infinity.
    “You want to dance with me, Celestia.” Now it was a statement and a