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She understood it was hard for
him to see her get hurt, especially after he’d had to watch her
die.
    The pain eased and she flexed her
fingers.
    “By the way, nice right hook.”
    Relief chasing away her worry, she laughed
and fastened her seat belt. “Yeah, well, I hate sexist remarks. Now
let’s go to Anarchy.”

Chapter 6

     
    Echo rested a hand on the landing rail.
Heavy metal music rocked off the walls, and dizzy, flashing strobe
lights made the dancers appear as if they were on an all-time high.
Most probably were.
    “We could go elsewhere. A quiet bar at a
hotel—even the movies,” Aethan said from behind her. His hands
caressed her upper arms, but she knew it was more to keep her
close, without the crowds jostling into her.
    “Movies?” She laughed, cutting him a quick
look over her shoulder and met his brooding stare. “You hate
sitting still for so long.” Despite the loud noise, she knew Aethan
could hear every word she said, just as she now could with her new
heightened senses. Looking forward again, she took in the busy
nightclub. It was in the worst part of The Lower East Side, but she
didn't care. Nor was she letting Aethan off the hook. “Besides,
what fun is there in a quiet bar? I like this place.”
    “I don’t.”
    She sighed. Before she could respond, a stir
on her right pulled her attention away. A big blond god jogged down
the stairs from the upper VIP level. The few people walking up
parted like the Red Sea. Týr’d probably coined the phrased ‘drop
dead dazzling.’ He barely noticed the patrons’ gawking as he
stopped beside her and Aethan near the balustrade.
    He winked at her, his toffee-brown eyes
filling with laughter. Judging from Aethan’s dark expression—yep,
her man finally knew who was responsible for telling her.
    Týr wasn’t fazed at all. “I need your mate
for a sec, gorgeous.”
    “Týr, he knows you told me,” she said with a
wry smile. She moved away from Aethan’s side. “I’ll wait for you at
the bar.”
    “No—”
    “I’ll be fine, Aethan. Talk. Meet me there
when you're done.” Deftly, she slipped away before he could stop
her and weaved her way through the masses, past the crowded dance
floor, and to the packed bar. A rail-thin blonde knocked into her
and glared like it was all Echo’s fault. In this swarming place,
people were bumping into each other all the time.
    Ignoring her, Echo squeezed into a
just-vacated seat at the packed bar. She ordered her drink and
swiveled in her stool to face the raving crowd.
    Despite the bar’s distance from the dance
floor, it didn’t mute the crashing music.
    The night had been perfect, well, except for
those drunken idiots. It felt really good to be out—to be away from
the castle, her lessons. She glanced back at the stairs but
couldn’t see Aethan or Týr. They must have stepped away from the
busy landing.
    Echo ? At his telepathic link, she
smiled. Obviously, he’d sensed her looking for him.
    I'm fine. Just having a drink…or maybe
three , she teased.
    A slight pause before he responded; Then
you’ll be easy to spot. I’ll be there in a few.
    Did he think she’d be the lush dancing on
the counter? Snorting, Echo took her G&T from the bartender and
sipped, enjoying the sharp lime taste.
    The last time she’d been in this place,
almost nine months ago, it had been the lowest point in their
lives. She’d broken off with Aethan and was trying to get over him.
It was here that he’d come after her. Here he’d seen her with Jon,
who’d had a crush on her and had kissed her palm while dancing.
Aethan had been furious.
    That night had changed hers and
Aethan’s lives. He’d finally put aside his fears of hurting her
with his power and had claimed her in that elemental way of his
kind, with a soul joining when he’d made love to her.
    She liked this club so she didn't want any
bad memories attached to it.
    Now, if he could just get his sexy self over
here, they could wipe that slate clean when