plan.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” she said, and followed her friend off the dance floor.
She didn’t dare sneak another glance at her mystery man. Isobel was sort of afraid that she might not manage to walk another step if she did, those mesmerizing greys were just too much to fight.
She should have known that with her luck, the night couldn’t end with a high note right then and there.
Aeon
A eon frowned to himself .
Weird, he thought, swirling the mouthful of whiskey around before swallowing it.
He’d chosen to stake out Maison Dragon that night to make sure everything was running as it should. As he was now unceremoniously kicked from his house and home by his younger brothers, he had to find something to do. The first and only thing on the list was to go through the family businesses and ensure they were being run properly.
So far, it had been the task of his brothers, with Aeon only going through the paperwork every now and then. With nothing better to do, he could go to each in person and get a feel for it. So far, he wasn’t entirely sure if he enjoyed it.
Maison Dragon was large, crowded, and insanely lucrative. The combination of the location and the very strict exclusivity the manager had set on it ensured that it was popular and packed all year round. That was all well and good for Aeon, but being in a sea of swaying, drunken people wasn’t exactly his understanding of a good time.
Or at least it hadn’t been, until he’d caught sight of that absolutely breathtaking little thing on the dance floor. Those curves and that smile of hers had made his dragon snarl and take note, his skin bristling with power at the mere sight of her. As if being near her was enough for him to somehow be… more.
As he said, it was weird.
Briefly, he considered putting her out of his mind, but he decided against it.
It’s my club. I’m supposed to walk around and get to know it, he rationalized with himself, a big part of him all too well-aware that he was actually going to see if he could find the beauty he’d shared a moment with again.
He stalked down from the VIP balcony, kept private for only him for that night, and allowed the security guard to undo the red velvet rope from the bottom of the stairs before he moved on. He shoved the glass into the man’s hands wordlessly, stepping into the ebb and flow of the human masses.
Even in his human form, Aeon had always felt the undercurrent of time all around him. It wasn’t much, definitely not like it was when he was shifted, but his body seemed to be more in tune with what was going around him than those of others. While people around him struggled to find a spot to step on or a path through the throng, Aeon moved forward effortlessly, as if the seas parted before him and then closed up right behind him again.
His eyes flickered around the room as he walked from one to another, looking for the wild mane of auburn hair he’d so admired before. It kept catching the light as she danced and swirled around her in patterns that seemed to surprise Aeon.
Not much could do that to him.
He was almost about to give up when he heard a voice that made him stutter to a stop.
“I said, I’m not interested.”
Aeon’s head whipped to the side, his gaze flicking golden for the briefest moment, before those intense grey eyes of his returned in full force.
Her .
He wasn’t sure how he knew it, but he did. It was her, the woman he had seen before. And by the sound of her voice, she was not having fun anymore.
Striding through the crowd, Aeon chose to push a couple of people out of his way this time instead of going for the easier, smoother option of following the flow. This time, he was in a hurry.
“Hey, watch it,” someone yelped, but when he glared at them, the guy quieted immediately.
Aeon wondered if his dragon had made an appearance again or if his own barely contained irritation was enough to incite the silence. Either case, he didn’t really
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