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swayed in one another’s arms.
    Surprisingly, the music was soft and soothing. At the back of the room were two doors that I assumed were toilets but I did not see any signs for gender. “Where do those lead,” I asked Robin.
    “Heaven and Hell, my friend,” he grinned boyishly. “Heaven and Hell. We will get there later. What do you say we have a drink first?”
    “Oh, yeah, I could most definitely go for a drink right now.” I threw an arm over his shoulder and we headed to the bar.
    Half an hour later and I was feeling the buzz.
    What the hell was in this, I wondered. The drink that Robin had given me seemed mild enough but it kicked like a mule.
    “Man, that packs one hell of a punch, mate,” I repeated aloud. “What is it?” I asked him.
    “Fae wine,” Robin replied.
    “I am sure you have heard of its effect on those that are not Fae?”
    “Yeah, but I had never really believed the hype,” I laughed.
    I had only had a couple of glasses but the edges were well and truly taken off. When we had entered the club, Robin had ordered for the both of us. The drinks he had requested had been sweet without the obvious hint of alcohol so I had not taken too much notice. I should have known better.
    “I should really be upset but damn, man, I just can’t bring myself to care, not even one little fuck.” I laughed while throwing my arm around the smaller male and pulling him close. “Shall we have another?” I asked Robin while I drained the glass.
    He looked at me with calculating eyes before he responded, “Are you sure you want to imbibe more wine, wolf? Fae drink has more effects than just a loss of inhibitions. It also increases ones hidden desires.”
    “Sure, why not,” I shrugged. “I can control myself, faery. What about you?” I teased him. “Are you up to proving your legendary control,” I smirked. If anything, the Puck was renowned for his erratic and mischievous nature. Control often played little part in the stories told about him. “How do you feel about a wager, my Fae friend?”
    Robin’s eyes lit up. The Fae at the heart of him could never resist a bet. I knew deep down this was a bad idea but the wine I had already drank loosened the tight restraints that usually bound me.
    “Oh,” Robin drawled, “and what would that be, Kale? I warn you, that if we make a wager, I will hold you to it. To both the letter and the spirit of the stake, of which I will also have conditions.” His eyes turned deadly serious. “I compete to win, my wolf, and I jealously keep what I win. Do you wish to play with me?” Robin’s gaze hooded in heated promise with the last.
    Damn, I should be wary of this. Trying to win any kind of wager against Oberon’s Puck was ridiculous. He was a born manipulator and had been doing it for millennia. The small part of my rational mind that still operated knew the likely hood of coming out on top was slim to none.
    But I was so damn tired of always being in control. Fuck it, I just wanted to let go for once in my damned life. The silver mercury of Robin’s eyes met mine and held a strangely earnest anticipation. What the hell? If we were to be mates I had to trust the bastard, so why not now. At least it was only me and not Dia. This would be a good test run.
    “Yeah,” I said gruffly. “I’m in, so let’s work out the details of this wager. I will be damned if I am stupid enough to make an open-ended wager with you even in jest. I’d say I’m man enough to handle anything you throw at me, Pucky,” I used one of Dia’s cheeky endearments for him.
    His eyes narrowed at the jibe but he did not comment on it. Instead, a slow smile crossed his face.
    “Very well, my wolf. Here is the wager. For one hour, we make merry, drink for drink. If at the end of that time you can stand and walk in a straight line from here to that door,” he motioned to the entrance we had come from half an hour ago. The dark ebony wood shone about sixty feet from where we sat.