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milled beneath the blood-red neon sign. Pulsing music shook the windowless building and bumped against Cole’s car. Cole slipped from behind the wheel, pocketing his keys while he strode across the lot.
    As they pushed their way through the heaving mass of bodies, Styx eyed a buxom brunette near the door. She eyed him back, and he nudged Cole with his elbow. “How’d we miss this place?”
    “Keep your zipper up…and your mouth shut.
    We’re workin’ tonight.”
    With a wistful glance at the invitation in the brunette’s eyes, Styx grumbled, “You’re too uptight. I’m telling ya, man, you need to find a female and get—”
    “Save it,” Cole barked, cutting him off.
    A pair of broad-shouldered bouncers met them at the door. Heaving a sigh, Cole whipped his baseball cap off and drew his sunglasses down, treating the nearest bouncer to a full view of his face. Instant, startled recognition lit the bouncer’s eyes. He all but fell over himself as he 27

     
    scrambled to open the door for Cole.
    Styx snorted as they stepped into the flashing, swirling strobe lights. “You like doing that, don’t you.”
    “Hell, yeah,” he chuckled. An arrogant smirk curled the edges of his lips. “Stop bitchin’, if it weren’t for this face, you’d still be out there with them, junior .” He tossed a thumb over his shoulder at the crowd behind them.
    Sympathetic, Styx patted Cole on the shoulder. “You keep right on telling yourself that, old man .”
    A little of the tension eased from Cole’s shoulders as he ribbed Styx. Grinning, Cole paced across the dance floor beside his friend.
    Scantily clad women writhed and gyrated against them until even Cole struggled to remain indifferent.
    Cole’s footsteps faltered as a particularly tasty morsel wound her arms around his waist. Hunger flared as his stare locked on the thumping pulse at the base of her throat.
    Heavy breasts brushed at his chest. Invitation danced in her eyes.
    It would take nothing at all to convince her to step out into the night with him. By Valhalla, in all probability, he didn’t need to do anything more than he’d done with the bouncers. Give her a flash of his face. As soon as recognition dawned, she’d be the one dragging him from the club.
    Then again, if he flashed his face in a place like this, he was liable to start a riot.
    He heaved a reluctant sigh. Down boy…
    Smiling, he shook his head with true regret as he unwound her arms from his neck. But she was an octopus. As soon as he released her wrists, her arms slithered around him again. She clung to him like Velcro. Cole’s reluctance turned to irritation in the blink of an eye. He tilted his head 28

     

    down, sliding his shades to the tip of his nose so she could see his eyes. His gaze bore into hers with burning intensity.
    Go away…
    She gave him a sassy little pout, released him, and twirled away. Cole’s gaze followed her for a moment, lingering on the swing and shake of her hips, but his thoughts were of another woman. If only Ms. Sinclair were so easy to control…
    When he turned back to the rear exit, his friend’s smirk soured his mood.
    Scowling, Cole pushed for the rear door.
    Another burly male stepped into his path, a polite but firm smile hovered at the edge of his thick lips. “Sorry, man, this exit’s unavailable.” Cole’s nostrils flared. Vampyre… Shooting a swift glance side to side, Cole smiled, giving the muscle at the door a quick flash of vicious fangs.
    The brute’s eyes widened, then narrowed with suspicion.
    Cole leaned a little closer. “I believe Agent Crispin is expecting us.”
    Impassive, the brute nodded and moved aside, allowing them to pass. They stepped into the night, and the door closed behind them, muffling the throbbing music and the scent of sweating, lusting Humans. Warm air, sharp with ever-present smog, pressed against him once more, making him realize just how hot it had been inside the club. A hint of rain clung to the air,