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put his hand out.
    Ali shook it. “Thank you.”
    With that, Brad was gone, and Toni was jumping up and down like a pesky leprechaun. Which would fit, since she’d worn a green, shiny latex-looking dominatrix outfit for the night’s outing.
    “You got to take it. You know how much they pay here?” Another jump, then another, and another. “And now I can get in anytime, without having to stand in line or pay.” Toni punctuated every other word with another leap.
    Ali feared if Toni kept up the jumping, she’d puke. She put her hands on Toni’s shoulders, pressing her down, keeping her feet on the ground. “Job’s that good?”
    “Yes!” Another one of Toni’s friends, Amber, whom Ali had met for the first time tonight, butted in, envy clear on her face.
    Ali remembered that man, his face crossing her mind. A second later, that sensation hit her again. The same sensation she had when he had looked at her. She raised her eyes, scanning the club, looking for his darkness, his sexiness.
    There he was.
    He was talking to Brad, but his eyes were focused on Ali with the intensity of a high-powered laser.

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    D ays Later …
    Thane watched Ali telling the others goodbye as she prepared to clock out and leave. He was in his office. An office that no one else ever entered. Brad and Calder were under strict instructions not to use it, told it would only be used by the owner if he were ever in town.
    There was an entrance to the office from the outside, so Thane could be in there all night and no one would see him come or go. The inside walls were two-way mirrors, so he had a view of the dance floor as well as the employee area.
    Since the day Ali accepted Brad’s offer, every night, Thane had sat behind the glass and watched her. Even with the glass separating them, she made his body course with electricity. He wondered if she’d experienced the sensation.
    Thane had carefully avoided her. He’d like to blame his avoidance on so many things, but he knew it all boiled down to one: the dream.
    Every night, she came to him in his dreams, clung to him, wanted him. He shared with her in his dreams. Shared his images of his days as a death-dealer. Shared his life as a Brethren, shared the histories of the lands he’d been in, the things he’d seen.
    Every morning when he awoke, it was as if they’d been together the night before. Why had he never dreamed of her like this before he’d met her? Did she awaken something within him?
    He had reservations and trepidation over their connection. He’d never felt something so deep for a member of the opposite gender, in any species. The connection was too deep. What was she feeling? Did she sense anything at all?
    She exited through the front door. He knew where her car was parked. He’d follow her again, as he did every night after she worked. He’d fly above her car, make sure she made it to her apartment complex safely, then ensure that she walked into her place without incident. Only then could he go home and go to bed, once more to visit her in his dreams.
    The change in him was drastic, and it had not gone unnoticed by his friends. He was no longer at the club every night—or so Brad and Calder thought. They had asked him why he no longer came to The Other Side. He wished he could tell them he’d been there all along. Keeping his secrets was weighing on his soul.
    He slipped out of the door to his office and into the alley, ready to convert into his saural form and follow her.
    Locking the door behind him, he turned, eager to catch up.
    “It is good to see you,” a voice that had no business in LA said.
    Brohm.

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    W hen Ali started working at The Other Side, the best perk was that if she wanted to be in her own form, she could. All she had to do was change what she wore. Be it a halter top and miniskirt, like what she wore the night she was offered a job, or a bathing suit, or even at times a glittery backless evening gown that showcased her wings and ever-shimmering