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read 2:36 a.m. Damn. She’d missed last call at the bars but maybe she could find a couple of stragglers. Her latest hibernation had lasted two days and she was famished.
    Unwilling to risk detection, she returned to the balcony. She spread her arms and closed her eyes, meticulously constructing an invisibility shield before she unfurled her wings. It was unlikely that anyone would notice her at this hour of morning anyway, but she wasn’t taking any chances.
    She leapt from the balcony and soared in a lazy circle, visually sweeping the narrow streets of LoDo. The bars were closed, most of the parking lots empty. The streets looked deserted. She wouldn’t give up, couldn’t afford to move farther from her hideout. She didn’t want to waste a good portion of the energy she ingested returning to the condo undetected.
    A muffled laugh and a metallic clatter drew her attention to an alley off Larimer Street. She descended slowly, searching the shadows for the source of the disruption. Two young men, one blond, one dark-haired, both wobbly, staggered about in the alley.
    “Way to go, asshole.” The blond tried to guide his friend away from the cluster of trash cans but the dark-haired man waved him away. “Wake up the whole neighborhood.”
    “Everyone’s gone back to the suburbs where they belong.” He appeared to be looking for something on the ground. “They should check addresses at the door. I know that jerk was a spoiled suburban brat.”
    “Losing your wallet sucks, man, but we’ve been at this for hours. If it were here, we’d have found it by now.”
    “He ran down this alley. We both saw him.”
    “But I didn’t see him toss the damn thing.” The blond was starting to sound seriously impatient.
    “I did. Now keep looking or take off. I never asked you to stay anyway.”
    The blond crossed his arms and shook his head. “And how are you gonna get home without money or a credit card?”
    The dark-haired one just glared.
    “Give it up, Matt. It’s gone.”
    Zophiel landed at the far end of the alley. She folded her wings and conjured an appropriate costume before dissolving her invisibility shield. “Well, what do we have here?” She sauntered forward, hips swaying, silver hair bouncing around her bare shoulders.
    The blond turned around and Matt, the dark-haired one, paused in his searching. She walked up to the blond, smiling as his gaze drifted from her face to her scantily clad body. Her outfit was meant to leave no doubt about her profession—cropped tank top without a bra underneath and a minuscule spandex skirt.
    “It’s been really slow tonight.” She walked her fingers up the blond’s chest and smiled. “You two wanna party?”
    “You’re out of luck, sweetheart.” He moved her hand away. “I’m broke and he lost his wallet.”
    “Now that’s just unacceptable.” She cocked her head and licked her cherry-red lips. “You two are exactly what I was hoping for and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
    “We’d be happy to oblige you in any way you want, as long as you know up front that neither of us can pay.” Matt moved closer, wallet forgotten as he boldly eyed her curves.
    “Well, handsome, you’re in luck.” She pulled her top up, exposing her breasts. “I’m so sick of sucking off fat old men, I’m gonna do you both for free.”
    “We’ve got a car.” The blond motioned toward the other end of the alley. “Or we can—”
    “Right here. Hard and fast against the wall.”
    They were on her in an instant, squeezing her breasts and ripping off her thong. Their lust thrilled her, made her feel powerful, and she reveled in the rush. Matt tried to kiss her but she turned her face away. This wasn’t about intimacy. She needed primal emotions, savage desires, to enrich their energy.
    “What happened?” Matt traced one of her burn marks with his fingertips. “Slow down, Sean.” Then to her, “Does this still hurt?”
    “Not at all,” she assured him. “Just