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quirked a brow at him, as if that was something I didn’t know. It was in our blood that our magic was strongest.
    “Well,” I nodded back at him and turned to go. I got about five feet before I glanced over my shoulder, but by then he was already gone. I shook my head and continued forward into the club, my knees just a little weak from that momentary encounter. I blew out a breath and shook myself, trying to shed the slightly creepy feeling the encounter had left behind.
    “Creeper,” I muttered to myself as I continued down the hall. As soon as I stepped back into the club proper, I wished I hadn’t. I felt my heart thud in my chest before it dropped to the bottom of my stomach. My knees threatened to go out from under me and the room swam in front of my eyes. Cillian and the fairy bitch were together in a booth on the far wall.
    “Taryn!” Roxy called as she bounced over to me. Her once tight cotton top was hanging in shreds, letting her breasts sway freely, and her pink nipples were peeking through the tears in her shirt. I blinked at her slowly, feeling the color draining from my face.
    “Tare?” Roxy bent closer to my face, hers lined with worry now. “Babe, what is it? Did something happen?” She gripped my shoulders to turn me to face her. When I didn’t answer, she gave me a gentle shake. I had to swallow twice before I could get my mouth to work properly.
    “Cillian,” I whispered, finally focusing on her face.
    “What about him?”
    “Fairy bitch.”
    “What about them, Taryn?” Her voice rose, hinting at her fear of what had me so gob smacked.
    “Here,” I croaked.
    “Where?” She spun around, searching the crowd frantically. I felt her magic spike in anger, lashing out from her core. “I’ll tear him apart! Where’s the son of a goblin?”
    “There.” My voice was a little stronger now and I nodded in their direction. I had no idea how long they had been here, but it was long enough that the fairy bitch had already ditched her clothes, her dress draped over the small table. She was wearing candy apple red stiletto heels that were so shiny that what little light was in the club glinted off of them. She was standing in front of the table now, dancing for Cillian who was lounging in the booth, still fully dressed. He was holding a drink in one hand, a slow stupid smile spreading over his face as he enjoyed the show.
    “Gross,” Roxy observed. But really, there was nothing gross about her. She was over six feet tall and all voluptuous curves. Her skin was flawless and shimmered with fairy magic. Her hair was silver floss that spilled down her narrow back. When she spun around, bending forward in front of Cillian, I could see her face, all smooth lines and the very definition of femininity. Her mouth was full and welcoming, her eyes half closed in a come-hither look I could never master. Even her ears were a softer point than my own.
    She whipped her head back, throwing her hair over her shoulders in a silver wave as she undulated, standing back up. She ran her hands through her hair, arching her back, showing everyone in the club what they were missing. When she opened her eyes, she saw me. I know she did. Her eyes widened momentarily and her lips pursed in a sly smile.  She sashayed her hips as she took a step backwards and, without looking, she lowered herself down into Cillian’s lap, grinding her ass into him as she gripped his knees for balance. Leaning her shoulders back, she rested her head on his shoulder and kept gyrating against him. I saw Cillian close his eyes and tilt his head back.
    “That filthy bitch,” Roxy hissed. Her anger was growing, washing over my body, calling to the feral magic pooled inside of me. I felt the answering heat course through my body, my power lashing out of me, making my hair dance on the invisible wind around me. Tiny electric sparks snapped at the tips of my fingers. I could hear myself screaming at Roxy earlier that morning, giving voice to