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overturned chair. I gasped and snatched my hand back, staring down at it before I plucked the thick splinter from my flesh. A red drop of blood welled on the tip of my finger like a glistening ruby. The bead slid down my skin and splashed against the dirty floor. I stared down at it for a suspended moment, my eyes riveted to the redness of my blood against the dull backdrop of the wood.
    I shook myself free of my trance and turned to leave. Just before I reached the door, a dizzying rush slammed into me. It was as if I had walked right into a wall, yet I felt no pain. I stumbled back and gripped my head, my equilibrium off to the point that the room was spinning, and I thought I would vomit. I staggered over to a wall and reached my hand out to steady myself. I dropped my head and closed my eyes, taking several deep breaths and willing myself to be calm.
    The quiet and bleakness that surrounded me slowly left. The sensation was strange, like when a song is slowly ending and another one takes its place. Music welled up around me, along with the clatter of dishes, laughter, and the distinct smell of cloves. I slowly lifted my head and opened my eyes. I first stared at my hand that was pressed against a now silk-covered wall. I turned around, my eyes widening and my breath halting. Although my world consisted of the paranormal, the scene before me still had my heart palpitating.
    Gone was the twenty-first century I was so accustomed to, and in its place was a representation straight from the roaring twenties. Flapper girls milled around, their short, shapeless shift dresses moving like liquid as they swayed to the music. Short, sleek bob hairdos topped their heads, the dim lights above making the strands glisten like satin and silk.
    Just as I really started to take in every little detail, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me. My eyes were still wide as I saw the slow shift in their appearances, as if they wore a human mask and their true selves were gradually coming to the surface. Red eyes flashed behind blue, black, and brown ones. Strong and aquiline bone structures contorted momentarily to show ones straight from a nightmare. They all smiled simultaneously, their razor-sharp teeth flashing momentarily as they grinned. A scream welled up in my throat as I inched my way toward the door. I turned around to grip the handle, but the door that should have been there was gone.
    Panic settled into my bones, and I swallowed roughly. Breathe, Nena. Stay calm.
    “You know, panicking is only making this situation worse.”
    The low, deep voice behind me had my eyes widening further and my throat tightening. I slowly turned around, tilting my head back and taking in the massive man standing in front of me. I stared into a pair of intense green eyes, the color so vivid and so bright it was like fresh-cut limes glistening under the morning sun. Even in my perilous situation I couldn’t help but notice how baritone and gravelly his voice was, with just the smallest accent thrown in there. It sent shivers of sexual appreciation down my spine, stopping at the apex of my thighs and making my clit throb.
    I swallowed roughly and took a step back. The man was massive, with bulging muscles underneath a black pinstripe suit. Even though my thoughts had drifted toward a more sexual nature, I didn’t fool myself into thinking this man couldn’t snap my spine like a toothpick.
    “We don’t get many mortal visitors.” His eyes scanned my body so thoroughly that I felt like I was standing naked before him. He hummed in approval. “I can’t complain on the selection, though,” he murmured as he took a step toward me.
    Logically I knew I should fear him—he could, after all, be a werewolf, demon, or any other being that could overpower me with just a glance.
    “Although your fear tempts me, I would much rather taste your pleasure.”
    My heart started to work overtime, slamming against my sternum as the full reality of my