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growl and a shudder as a dark shimmer overlay the convertible. “Besides, I thought elves and Fae had their share of sinister and edgy clubs.”
    Sybil looked away for a moment. “We do, but as a member of the Hellion Guard, I am never welcome. They always think I’m spying on them. If it wasn’t for you, my social life would be woefully pathetic.”
    “Pathetic? You date more than I do!” Maggie thought about it. “You’re right. It is pathetic. Most of our social lives revolve around activities at the compound. Sweetheart, you’re a total downer.”
    She walked swiftly past the long line waiting to get into the club until she reached the black leather rope and the giant guarding the entrance. Black flames covered the rope, ensuring no one would try to get through without permission. If they tried, they would end up as ash on the cement.
    “What makes you think you’re welcome here, Guard witch?” the giant bouncer growled even as he gave Sybil the typical male once-over. She smiled at him, but her eyes glowed with a green fire that sent the ugly giant a step back.
    “Wow, where did Declan find you ? Talk about someone who’s not a people person,” Maggie remarked. “Not a good way to bring in the business, big boy. You need to work on your conversational skills, because, guess what? I can go wherever I want.” She wiggled her fingers before zapping the rope. The power died in the leather.
    “You will not enter.” The giant held up his hand, palm out.
    “Shrink him, darling,” Elle advised from her spot on Maggie’s collarbone. The diamond-studded spider glared at him. “I would love to have him in my web. He might last longer than my last male.”
    “Patience, pet,” the witch advised. “I’ll find you something inside.” She took a step forward.
    “No.” The giant presented himself as a wall with his hand still up.
    “Hmm, guess what? I don’t do ‘no.’ And I don’t talk to the hand.” She stared at his palm. “So I suggest you step aside, little man.”
    The giant growled again and took another step toward her, deliberately crowding her personal space.
    “It’s all right, Anton.” Declan stood in a doorway that pulsed with tiny red-and-yellow neon lights lining the doorjamb.
    “I haven’t searched her for weapons yet.” Anton looked way too happy at the prospect. “It’s obvious she’s carrying many of them.”
    “He’s really looking for a whomp upside the head, isn’t he?” Sybil whispered.
    “I can search him.” Elle skittered to Maggie’s other shoulder for a better look at Declan. “He does look tasty.”
    “Hellion Guards are required to be armed at all times.” Maggie stood her ground as she looked the giant square in the eye and ignored the demon standing behind him. “And even if we weren’t, I wouldn’t give up my weapons to anyone.”
    “Anton.” Declan’s quiet voice sliced through the stare down.
    The massive creature slowly backed away but didn’t take his eyes off Maggie, who displayed a toothy grin as she and her friend sauntered past the rope.
    “I’ve got to give you credit, Declan. You have an excellent security force,” she told him as she and Sybil followed him further into the club.
    She was relieved that she had used a noise-dampening spell for her tender eardrums because the hard-core music battered them with the vengeance of an angry boar. She’d advised Sybil to do the same, but the elf insisted she wanted the entire experience. Judging from the pained expression on her face, she wished she’d listened to Maggie.
    “You also seem to have a great cleaning service. I’m impressed you got the place up and running so fast.” Maggie looked into the club’s main room, which was packed with dancers and drinkers. She grimaced at the sight of a gremlin dancing on a table.
    “The only difference I can see is your bartenders’ uniforms.” She gestured toward the demons manning the bar in blue polo shirts that mirrored the neon-blue