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downplayed his conviction, but beneath the flippant comment I sensed a great severity.
    ‘I want to be on your team then,’ I said with an equal amount of humour and assurance.
    He gave a half-laugh, amused. ‘Not even I want to be on my team. But I’ll be thankful for any support you may want to give.’
    The paparazzi went into a frenzy when we arrived at the nightclub. We hit the red carpet that led straight inside—as opposed to the other entrance, where hopeful patrons were lined up for miles. When the press asked who I was, Killian replied, ‘Isn’t it obvious? Tamar is the most beautiful woman on Earth.’
    I could already see the headlines in the papers the following morning. My mother would be livid.
    ‘Are you dating?’ several reporters were quick to ask.
    ‘We’re business associates,’ Killian teased them, then escorted me inside, leaving a barrage of questions in our wake.
    I turned back to the press and made a peace sign. ‘Keep it green,’ I said, one of Killian’s signature sayings.
    It delighted him. ‘I didn’t think you knew that much about me.’
    ‘I’d have to be from another planet not to know about you,’ I chided and he forced a laugh.
    ‘Do you believe in other planets, in the existence of extraterrestrials?’ he asked, trying not to sound as interested as he was.
    I didn’t reply, distracted by the prickly, uneasy feeling that crept over my body as we approached the bouncers at the front door. Their auras showed the telltale signs of Orme abuse, and beneath their human guise I spied Dracon.
    The Anunnaki souls who had been on Tara at the time of the explosion had also been cast into this universe. As the Anunnaki were not human, they could not be allowed to evolve through the Amenti system as they would have caused a mutation in the human blueprint. It was hoped that the lost Anunnaki would incarnate into the Anu, who were already on Earth, but the devolution of this race into the Nefilim had made this impossible. Thus, with nowhere else to go, the lost Anunnaki incarnated into the Dracon, the race of lizard drones created by the Nefilim to mine the gold required to feed their Orme addictions. They were enslaved by the Nefilim for a long time, but eventually some suppressed soul minds within the lizard people began to become self-aware—and resentful of the Nefilim’s favouritism for the human race. There was an uprising, the lizard warriors overpowered the Nefilim and killed every human they could lay their hands on. The Nefilim fled Earth for thousands of years, sure that as the Dracon were all male, the race would die off.
    They did not die, however, and have thrived to this day, becoming one of the primary threats to the Amenti Project. Some of the Dracon formed alliances with the Nefilim, who have long since returned to Earth and re-established themselves in very high places in government, religion and society. Others formed their own hunting packs and based themselves in third world countries, where large numbers of humans could vanish and never be missed. But others became enlightened to their dormant souls within and slowly began transforming back into Anu, physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.
    Killian acknowledged the tall, muscular bouncers, who knew him by sight and cleared a path for us, no questions asked.
    Inside the club my foreboding trebled. There were Orme-addicted Dracon in disguise everywhere! They all appeared beautiful on theoutside—trim, tanned and highly fashionable—but on the inside they were hideous. How had my people become so lost?
    ‘These are your friends?’ I asked Killian, who was waving and blowing kisses at various people, human and Dracon alike.
    ‘Just social acquaintances really,’ he said. ‘My friends will be upstairs, in the VIP area.’
    ‘Of course,’ I pretended to hit myself in the head, ‘what was I thinking—you down here among the commoners?’
    Tonight was an invitation-only event. There was an