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“Maybe,” I said defensively. “But it’s not like we need it. It’s just a convenience.”

“Not everything has to be as important as a battle,” she told me. “What’s the use of being able to do ‘everything’ if you don’t do anything?”

She had a point. I looked around again and added a protective shield to our quieting bubble to keep anyone from overhearing us. “Did you want to come to a human place because they aren’t attracted to you? “Aren’t they?” She looked surprised, then frowned. “That would be a giant disappointment.”

She waved a hand. Tossed her hair again. Her gaze was already scanning the room, no longer fixed on me. I sensed her wolf pacing. Selena was on the hunt.

“Constantine doesn’t have a place like this,” she said. “And if it did, I’d never have been able to come here.”

She turned back to me. “Human men will still want to dance with me, but it will be because they are attracted to me, not because ma hybrid. And I don’t have to worry about finding a mate.”

“Get you something?”

We both looked up at the male voice. The man standing over us wore nothing more than butt-hugging briefs that looked like some kind of shiny, stretchy leather. Both of his nipples were pierced with bars, and his naked skin glittered with a dusting of silver and gold. He smiled at us both, and his teeth gleamed so white they looked like they were glowing. So did the whites of his eyes.

“Two margaritas,” Selena told him. “Put it on our tab, please.”

He nodded and left. Selena laughed, probably at my wide eyes. She shook her head and patted my knee.

“Chill out,” she said. “You fixed it so we don’t even have a tab, but he’ll think we do.”

“He was so handsome,” I blurted.

Her eyebrows went up. She looked over my shoulder toward the bar. “Yeah, he was cute. But don’t crush on the staff, Stella. Sorry. Elleah, We’re going to find men who are here to have a good time, not to work.”

“Oh, I’m not here to find anyone,” I protested, but my aunt laughed right in my face.

“We’re going to get you danced up on, maybe even a little smoochy boochy.” The lilt in her voice and the way she talked was so much lighter than she’d sounded before.

She was only eighteen, and excited about sneaking away from the people who wanted to control her. I couldn’t blame her. This place was pretty exciting.

And I wanted to experience all of it.

The server appeared with two frosty glasses. I sipped mine, wincing at the sweet and sour bite. Selena downed hers in another few gulps. Then she did the same with mine.

“Let’s dance!” Selena shouted.

“You drank my drink!”

“There will always be more drinks,” she said, standing and grabbing my hand. I stood, too. “Let’s go!”

Stella—

The crowd parted for us as we moved toward the center of the dance floor. I wasn’t doing that. Selena moved so confidently that she naturally took up the space.

I watched. Tried to learn. I was bumped and jostled until I followed her lead to dip and weave. By the time we got to the middle of the floor, the music had changed to something fast, with a driving beat that made me want to move my body.

Our bubble had come along with us, so I had no trouble hearing her when she said, “It’s like watching a wildlife documentary, isn’t it?”

“More like being in the middle of one,” I said as the crowd began moving in unison.

Selena tossed back her head in a torrent of laughter. She twirled around to face a tall man who’d been dancing closer and closer. She looked over her shoulder at me and winked as she began to move in time with him.

Heat. Music. The smell of sweat and lust and unbridled joy swirled around me, tickling my nostrils. When I expanded my senses, I caught hints of anxiety, jealousy, desperation. Humans might not mate the way wolf shifters did, but this club was definitely a mating ground.

The man my aunt had started dancing with fitted his hands to her hips and pulled her up close as the song once again changed. Now I was dancing by myself, doing my best to look like I knew what I was doing. A man danced up to me, but I quickly turned around, my cheeks flaring with heat that rushed up from my center. I wanted to flirt with him, to let him pull me close the way Selena was doing, but he’d know right away that I had no clue how to dance. How to flirt.

I edged toward a smaller group of women who were dressed alike in matching T-shirts. One said “Bride.” One said “Maid of Honor.” She grabbed my arm.

“Is that creeper bothering you?” she cried, tugging me into their circle. “Get in here, girl!”

He hadn’t been really bothering me, but I let her pull me into their group. I kept an eye on Selena. The women in the circle had a confusing human array of emotions that took a few seconds for me to sift through. They were so different from supernaturals! Complex layers of feelings swept through them, but they weren’t using them to communicate with each other, because they couldn’t feel each other the way supernaturals could.

The song changed, and so did their circle. One of them wore several strands of beads around her neck, each with a plastic pendant dangling from it. She yanked one over her head and slung it around my neck, where it bumped against my chest as I danced. I couldn’t tell what it was, and when I tried to thank her, she just waved me away.

I turned back to make sure Selena was still okay. She had one man in front of her and a different, new guy behind her. The two men were grinding her body as she had her arms in the air. Her wild grin told me she was having a great time, but the human men had heat pulsing out of their crotches. They might not be able to sense the fact she was a hybrid, but that didn’t seem to matter. They were still riled up, and she was loving it.

But was she in actual trouble?

I danced closer, trying to make sure she was okay with being rubbed up and down by these strangers. “Selena!”

The music kept going from one song right into the next, and she pushed herself out of the human male sandwich. They grabbed at her half-heartedly but then turned toward the circle of women in the matching shirts and tried infiltrating it.

“What?” Selena asked.

“Are you all right? They were both really grabbing you!”

She laughed. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”

Was it? I’d have to take her word for it. In the few minutes since I’d left the circle, two new men had danced up to us. One was behind Selena. And one…

“Oh!” I cried in alarm as a hard male body pressed along my back. I felt the nudge of strong thighs against my butt and turned quickly.

That wasn’t much better. Now he pulled me against his front. He flicked my beads. “Bachelorette?”

“Huh?” I stepped back to put some distance between us and bumped into Selena, who was happily pressing her butt against this new guy.

The four of us were in a tangle now. More people on the dance floor. Everyone writhing and bumping and jumping & heard a pop, and dozens of colored paper strips fell out of the ceiling and floated down while wild lights flashed. Giant screens on the walls lit up with colored patterns that moved in time to the music.

The man dancing with me was trying to talk to me, but I couldn’t hear him. As I leaned closer to try, I lost track of Selena for a second- while the crowd closed up around her. I spotted her a few feet away, tugging herself free of the man’s grip. She looked annoyed.

Keeping her out of trouble was turning out to be harder than I’d expected.

Stella–

Quickly, I formed a different sort of bubble around her. A small shield, light and thin, that kept the man grabbing her from being able to pull her with him off the dance floor. Every time he tugged, his fingers slipped off her wrist like she’d been covered in oil. His confusion was obvious, and I wanted to laugh. Finally, he gave up and turned away to find someone else.

Selena danced back over to me with a frown. “Hey! I know what you’re doing!”

I turned my back on the man who’d flicked my beads, and he gave up to find someone else. “He was trying to take you off the dance floor!”

“Yeah, he wanted to buy me a drink!” She frowned. “Listen, kiddo, I’m here to have a good time. The deal was that I’d show you how to be normal, and you’d help keep away the supes trying to get at me.”

“Is this normal?” I shouted to be heard. The quiet bubble had faded while I shielded her from the man she apparently had wanted to go with.

I was having a hard time juggling everything at once.

Selena’s eyes were glowing again, but not from her wolf this time. Like the server’s, the whites were bright. So were her teeth. It was from the purple lighting overhead, I realized. Her fingernail polish, the white tips, were glowing, too.

“And don’t call me kiddo,” I shouted.

Only a minute or so had passed without any men trying to grab our hips and push themselves against our butts. That seemed to be about the limit of time we’d get solo. As Selena felt big male hands pulling her back against him, she grinned at me and let this new stranger hold her close.

“You don’t even know what he looks like!” I couldn’t hold back my laughter, even though I didn’t really think it was funny.

Behind me, my own brand-new stranger was bumping his pelvis against the small of my back. I tried to take a couple of steps forward to let him know I didn’t want him to do that, although truthfully, I kind of did. Everyone around me was linking and untinking, all of us part of a giant chain of rising desire mingled with a plethora of other feelings that were starting to give me a little bit of a headache.

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