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looked at him tilting my head, lust, political maneuvering and perhaps an attempt to get Aram and I together again, Jareth was not a single layer kind of guy. He was like the Rubik’s Cube of vampires. I could never solve those; I always had to resort to rearranging the stickers.
    “You are a fool, brother, if you cannot tell that she is drunk.”
    “You’re a walking breathalyzer, neat trick,” I said and finally let go of the giggles I had been suppressing. Jareth turned his eyes to me, leaned over me which made Aram’s body go very tense, got close to my mouth and sniffed. I burst into laughter; it was such a canine like gesture that I wanted to accuse Jareth of being in the wrong preternatural club.
    “She has been drinking,” he said surprised that he’d not noticed before but then again the blood in his body had been rushing to a different end. I sat up on my elbows to stare him in the face.
    “So, you can only ravage your brother’s ex-girlfriend if she’s sober?”
    “We have not parted ways, pet,” said Aram looking confused. “You are still mine. Perhaps she is possessed?” I was suddenly very bored with both of them and the booze was starting to wear off. Great, I thought, I couldn’t even get drunk like a regular person. I wanted to get drunk and stay drunk. I didn’t want to think about anything, not me and not relationship crap. I wanted to feel free. Maybe an infusion of hormones and endorphins would tide me over. I looked at the two brothers lustily.
    “We’ve got some very fun options here. All at once or take turns...” Aram looked at me stunned and Jareth finally pulled back from the bed entirely getting to his feet. “Or I could watch?” Incarra had told me some wonderful stories about male on male action and its appeal, I was sure once it got started it was easier to get into. Even Jareth, who’d been calm to the point of radiating it, was now looking appalled at my behavior. I shut off the part of my brain that tried to tell me he had every right to be, I was not acting like myself. Well, myself sucked right now so I would be someone else.
    “Perhaps another option. Coffee?”
    I scooted to the edge of the bed and checked their faces. Neither of them was feeling even the slightest bit lusty and short of opening a serious bloody gash somewhere on my body they were not going to get in the mood. I pushed to my feet wobbling slightly.
    “You boys are just no fun,” I said and although I knew I was pouting I could do nothing to stop it. I was not going to let my mood be spoiled. I couldn’t let it be spoiled, I didn’t want to face what the drunken haze was keeping from me. I needed to top up my drink. I walked straight past the pair of them that were staring at me a little aghast and went back to where the dance floor and the bar were. I topped off my alcohol levels with a couple of tequila shots and a beer. Whoever said mixing your drinks was dangerous was wrong, but then again they might not have met many people like me.
    I was contemplating returning to Wraiths because he’d keep me in booze and entertainment all night-mainly because he was scared I’d whip him six ways from Sunday if he didn’t. Then I spotted Vincent. I licked my lips. Vincent may be a human but he was handsome. I looked across the floor; Jareth and Aram were both watching me. It’d really cook their gooses if I went with him. He was younger than them, below them in status and above all he was still living. I zeroed in on him like a Vincent seeking missile. He was talking to a barely legal blond, skinny to a point of being unhealthy and had a chest about the size of a thirteen year old boy. Vincent could see me coming over her shoulder; he arched a brow watching the sway of my hips and the tousle of my hair as I pulled the band out of it. He gave a nervous swallow as with a little will it flowed out of its braid and around my body in a mahogany nimbus. I bumped the blond with my hip and when she looked at