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can’t understand why.”
    His grin widened into a smile and he chuckled. “I like you. Come join me in my bed.”
    They certainly didn’t beat around the bush here. “Honestly, I’m not all that available right now, Asmund.”
    He cocked his head. “Kol doesn't mind sharing his women.”
    Great, how many people thought she was with Kol? Obviously a few. She shook her head. “You misunderstand. I’m not with Kol.”
    Asmund frowned. “Every woman is with Kol.” His lips curled up. “At least once.”
    Super. “Not me.”
    “Not yet.”
    “No. Not at all.”
    “Hmph.” Asmund shrugged. “Then you should come to my bed.”
    “How about we just dance for now?” she suggested.
    Thankfully, the idea seemed appealing to him because they did just that. Then she danced with another…and another. It had been a long time since she let loose and had fun. Between playing the drums and dancing, this place seemed to pull it out of her.
    For the most part, the men were decent enough. There was always an invitation to have sex and more groping than a Boston after-hours party, but she knew how to handle it without offending anyone. Even so, it didn’t go unnoticed that Kol and his harem were dancing too and the display was every inch what she’d expect from him.
    Hot as hell.
    He really was incredibly gorgeous and the stunning women dancing not only against his front but against his back accentuated his pure masculinity. For all intents and purposes, he seemed immersed in the feel of them. But his eyes locked with hers several times. When it happened, everyone else faded away. It was in one of those riveting moments that she suddenly understood the women around him for what they were.
    Protection.
    Against her.
    And that was just fine.
    Eventually, she ended up dancing with Kjar and was finally able to take a break from fending off men’s many advances.
    “You handle Viking men well,” he mentioned, eyes roaming over her face. Amber was surprised to see a flare of attraction in their depths. Her breath caught.
    “How did I not notice before?” she whispered.
    “What’s that?” he murmured.
    “The color of your eyes,” she shook her head, “are identical to Sean’s.”
    “So I’ve been told.” His eyebrows edged up. “It’s not so unusual to share an eye color, woman.”
    “No, I suppose not.” An unexpected shiver raced through her. “It’s just unnerving.”
    Something indefinable flickered in Kjar’s eyes as he looked over the top of her head. Amber tensed as a hard body came against her back and a strong arm wrapped around her waist. When the scent of spice and spruce filled her nostrils, she had no doubt who it was.
    Kol.
    Kjar didn’t move but kept his arm securely around her back.
    Holy crap.
    What were they doing?
    “Whoa guys,” she said, but the words were a weak whisper. An odd sensation was filling her. Yes, arousal, but something else. It was as if a memory was trying to surface, but she couldn’t quite grasp it.
    “I think she likes this, cousin,” Kol murmured, his heated words close to her ear, lips brushing ever so softly over the nape of her neck.
    A tremble rippled through her and Kol’s low growl rumbled against her back. Christ, she felt strange, as though static electricity prickled over every inch of her skin. Was this what happened when between a dragon-shifter and a demi-god?
    No, somehow she knew it was something altogether different.
    Such a strong sense of familiarity.
    Suddenly in way over her head, she put a hand on Kjar’s chest and shook her head. “Something’s wrong here.”
    Erection pressed against her back, Kol’s arm tightened, his response hoarse, guttural. “Everything feels pretty damn right to me.”
    Amber kept shaking her head as an unexplainably sharp swell of anxiety clawed its way to the surface and she tried to pull away. Kjar stepped back and frowned at Kol. “Let her go.”
    Kol stilled and his body tensed.
    But he didn’t let go.
    The