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bored. “Perhaps when you’ve had a little less to drink.”
    I peered to King Jerome. “And you?”
    His curved gently. “Same answer.”
    “ Ouch .” I scrunched up my face comically. “Shot down by a sure thing. Twice.” I flicked my finger at both Kings. “I’m never sober. You two should probably learn to push past that wee bitty fact.” I waved my hand in farewell, my gaze sliding to Callie. “Now, in the morning, I want you to remember you told me to have fun.” My lips curved evilly, winking at her before I tapped a wobbling, drunk-enough Shifter on his shoulder and whispered against his ear. His expression said it all, but he grabbed me around the waist—yes, testing me with it—when he saw that I was serious.
    He chucked me with his power through the air.
    Screaming in utter exhilaration, wind whipping through my hair, I threw my arms out at the last second. I grabbed onto the chandelier fiercely, allowing the trajectory to carry my body around, and let my legs swing until I landed on top of the steady bar. I shouted once in victory, pumping a fist into the air, while holding onto the core section of the chandelier with my other hand. I peered far down where Callie sat on the couch, shaking her head at me. Sliding my free hand into the inside of my coat pocket, I pulled the whiskey flask I always had in there, and lifted a cheers to her. My eyes flew over the crowd until I found my prey.
    Chuckling softly, I pointed a finger directly at him, then let a small touch of my power out through my finger, white lightning shooting...zapping him right on his butt. I watched him jump in surprise, jerking around, his gaze flying everywhere below. I pointed once more and let my power fly, shooting it directly over his head harmlessly. His attention slammed up in the darkness. I waved my hand at him and then crooked a lone finger. Angel boy might have a crush so I would go easy on him tonight, I decided as his wings instantly appeared. He, plus a few of his friends, took flight into the air, landing on the chandelier. My prey now stood directly in front of me. I cocked a brow as the chandelier swung from their landing. “Want to have some fun?”
    He nodded once. “I do.”
    “Then try to keep up.”

    With my heavy eyeliner and mascara streaked to hell over my face, I absently used a sleeve to wipe at it as I did the walk of shame. Slipping out of the Angel’s room the next morning, I saw I wasn’t alone as more than a few individuals passed me by on their own walks. No one spoke, just uncannily moving silently to their own rooms. I even passed Renner at one point, each of us merely nodding to one another, no speaking as we moved along.
    I paused outside one door when two women slipped outside it in my path, patiently waiting, only for a tanned bare arm to hold a purse absently outside the door. I froze when the head attached to the arm tilted outside the door, his lips parted to speak. But he froze, his gaze snapping on mine. Face carefully blank, I merely lifted a brow at King Balar, not glancing at his rumpled curls or the two women standing outside his door, still halfway getting dressed.
    I had, at least, finished getting dressed in Angel boy’s room, only my boots dangling from my hands at my sides. Although I knew that I looked exactly as I felt, my own hair bed-rumpled, my ripped stocking nowhere to be found, so my legs were bare under my short skirt, showing lots of peaches and cream skin.
    His mouth snapped shut, tossing the purse to the closest woman while a white brow lifted as his gaze scanned my person. “Is there something you need, Ms. Claire?”
    I pointed with one boot. “Just past your overnight guests, King Balar. They’re in my way to my room.” Graciously, they split apart, taking a step back toward him. I nodded to them absently, keeping my eyes out of the room, not entirely in the mood to see any more of King Balar’s tan flesh. I was certain he was shirtless if his bare muscled