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the biker was these barbaric clubsters‘ leader, I could only imagine that I‘d encountered someone twice as dangerous as Jagger and Valentine.
I felt my heart race again throughout my body when I realized my cell phone was vibrating. Aunt Libby again. Everyone, except for the biker, turned and glared at me. But the rock star biker dude remained still. It was as if he knew I had been standing there the whole time.
I quickly headed for the archway leading back to the dance floor when all at once someone was standing in front of me, blocking my way.
I took a breath and looked up. His purple hair flopped down, seductively, over his Ray-Bans. His stern, hypnotic gaze bore through the dark lenses. There was something powerful about the mysterious stranger. He smelled like Obsession and towered over me in his thick motorcycle boots.
―How did you get in?‖ he asked in a heavy Romanian accent.
―Do you own the club?‖
―No, but I might.‖ His leather jacket crackled as he folded his arms. ―I haven‘t seen you before.‖ His head lowered and it appeared he was checking out my neck. ―I suspect you don‘t belong.‖
I fiddled with my earring, covering my smooth, bite-free neck with my palm. I felt slightly intimidated by him, but it didn‘t prevent me from talking back.
―How would you know?‖ I challenged.
His glasses and hair cast a shadow over his face, making him hard to read. I wasn‘t sure if he broke a smile. By his body language, I knew he was serious. ―It is best that you leave.
Membership to our club comes at a very high price. But perhaps I can explain more over a drink.‖
―No thanks. I already have a boyfriend.‖
―Then he is a very lucky guy,‖ he complimented me. ―My name is Phoenix Slater,‖ he said, extending his hand and grabbing mine. ―And you are?‖
―Leaving,‖ I said, pulling my hand away.
I had made it halfway to the Dungeon door when he slithered his arm around me. Angry, I spun around but wasn‘t prepared for who I now confronted. Staring back at me were one metallic green eye and one ice blue eye. Jagger Maxwell.
I gasped. It had been a few months since I‘d seen Alexander‘s nemesis up close and personal.
Jagger looked exactly the same—white hair with red tips, as if they‘d been dipped in blood. Three silver rings pierced his left ear, and a tattoo on his arm read POSSESS. He was holding the dark hoodie.
He closed in on me like a spider to a fly.
―What are you doing here?‖ I asked, moving back.
―What are you doing here?‖ he demanded, slithering close.
―I thought you were in Romania.‖
―I thought you were in Alexander‘s arms.‖
―I came here to see—‖
―Yes?‖ He watched my lips intensely, waiting for my response.
―My aunt.‖
―Does your aunt belong to this club?‖ he asked, mocking me. ―What is she, forty? Fifty?
I don‘t see anyone dancing with a walker.‖
―She‘s not here, doofus,‖ I said. ―She lives in town, but you‘d better—‖
―I have no interest in your aunt. You, however…‖ He inhaled deeply, as if he were breathing me in, then licked his deadly pale lips. ―I‘m curious why you are here. This club is for members only. But once you join, membership lasts for an eternity. Unless…‖
―Unless what?‖
―Unless you‘ve already joined.‖
Before I had a chance to stop him, he placed his cold hands against my chin and turned my head from one side to the other, inspecting my neck.
―Let go!‖
―I didn‘t think so. You really shouldn‘t be here. This is not a place for your kind.‖
―I don‘t have a kind.‖
―Too bad. Isn‘t this what you‘ve always dreamed of?‖ He stared into my eyes and traced the neckline of my dress with his black-tipped fingernail. He licked his lips and flashed his fangs.
Phoenix pushed between us. He and Jagger locked eyes before Jagger backed away.
Dozens of clubsters gathered around, half on Jagger‘s side, the others flanking Phoenix, as
I felt my heart race again throughout my body when I realized my cell phone was vibrating. Aunt Libby again. Everyone, except for the biker, turned and glared at me. But the rock star biker dude remained still. It was as if he knew I had been standing there the whole time.
I quickly headed for the archway leading back to the dance floor when all at once someone was standing in front of me, blocking my way.
I took a breath and looked up. His purple hair flopped down, seductively, over his Ray-Bans. His stern, hypnotic gaze bore through the dark lenses. There was something powerful about the mysterious stranger. He smelled like Obsession and towered over me in his thick motorcycle boots.
―How did you get in?‖ he asked in a heavy Romanian accent.
―Do you own the club?‖
―No, but I might.‖ His leather jacket crackled as he folded his arms. ―I haven‘t seen you before.‖ His head lowered and it appeared he was checking out my neck. ―I suspect you don‘t belong.‖
I fiddled with my earring, covering my smooth, bite-free neck with my palm. I felt slightly intimidated by him, but it didn‘t prevent me from talking back.
―How would you know?‖ I challenged.
His glasses and hair cast a shadow over his face, making him hard to read. I wasn‘t sure if he broke a smile. By his body language, I knew he was serious. ―It is best that you leave.
Membership to our club comes at a very high price. But perhaps I can explain more over a drink.‖
―No thanks. I already have a boyfriend.‖
―Then he is a very lucky guy,‖ he complimented me. ―My name is Phoenix Slater,‖ he said, extending his hand and grabbing mine. ―And you are?‖
―Leaving,‖ I said, pulling my hand away.
I had made it halfway to the Dungeon door when he slithered his arm around me. Angry, I spun around but wasn‘t prepared for who I now confronted. Staring back at me were one metallic green eye and one ice blue eye. Jagger Maxwell.
I gasped. It had been a few months since I‘d seen Alexander‘s nemesis up close and personal.
Jagger looked exactly the same—white hair with red tips, as if they‘d been dipped in blood. Three silver rings pierced his left ear, and a tattoo on his arm read POSSESS. He was holding the dark hoodie.
He closed in on me like a spider to a fly.
―What are you doing here?‖ I asked, moving back.
―What are you doing here?‖ he demanded, slithering close.
―I thought you were in Romania.‖
―I thought you were in Alexander‘s arms.‖
―I came here to see—‖
―Yes?‖ He watched my lips intensely, waiting for my response.
―My aunt.‖
―Does your aunt belong to this club?‖ he asked, mocking me. ―What is she, forty? Fifty?
I don‘t see anyone dancing with a walker.‖
―She‘s not here, doofus,‖ I said. ―She lives in town, but you‘d better—‖
―I have no interest in your aunt. You, however…‖ He inhaled deeply, as if he were breathing me in, then licked his deadly pale lips. ―I‘m curious why you are here. This club is for members only. But once you join, membership lasts for an eternity. Unless…‖
―Unless what?‖
―Unless you‘ve already joined.‖
Before I had a chance to stop him, he placed his cold hands against my chin and turned my head from one side to the other, inspecting my neck.
―Let go!‖
―I didn‘t think so. You really shouldn‘t be here. This is not a place for your kind.‖
―I don‘t have a kind.‖
―Too bad. Isn‘t this what you‘ve always dreamed of?‖ He stared into my eyes and traced the neckline of my dress with his black-tipped fingernail. He licked his lips and flashed his fangs.
Phoenix pushed between us. He and Jagger locked eyes before Jagger backed away.
Dozens of clubsters gathered around, half on Jagger‘s side, the others flanking Phoenix, as
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