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“What difference does it make?” Selena cried as she put her hands over the guy’s, resting flat on her belly. She swiveled her hips and let her head fall back against his chest.

“You don’t even know if he’s cute!”

She grinned again. “Everyone’s hot on the dance floor! Let yourself go!”

I wanted to, and it was easy to let myself get swept up. In the music, in the man touching me, his breath now hot on the back of my neck. His grip got bolder, pulling me closer, his fingertips inching around to my belly and just under the hem of my camisole. At the touch of his bare skin on mine, a flood of strange new sensations rushed through me.

I wanted to see his face, but the crowd had pushed in on us so closely that I couldn’t twist around without pulling myself away…and I couldn’t pull away, because there was another body in front of me. My front bumped a woman’s back. We were all moving in unison. Up and down, side to side. With each beat of the drums, the floor shook beneath our feet. I shot a glance toward where I’d last seen Selena and could only catch a glimpse of her hair.

Something hard was pressing against my back now. Something firm and hot pushing through the denim of this guy’s jeans. Then coot air replaced the heated breath, but only for a second, because another set of hands flattened on my belly. Pulled me against a different body. A pair of lips nudged my ear, and I shivered as small tendrils sensation tiptoed up and down my spine.

I couldn’t move without shoving the woman in front of me. We all rocked together, boats on an ocean of music and sweat and lust. I barely had to move my feet because the entire crowd was doing the dancing for me.

I found myself being spun in a slow circle. Now my back rubbed the woman who’d been in front of me. My chest pressed against a broad, male chest clad in a glowing white T-shirt. He tossed his head to get sweaty hair off his forehead and looked down into my eyes with an intense gaze.

Was he cute? Like Selena had said, everyone was hot on the dance floor. But did I think he was cute? He was a human, so what did it matter? We weren’t going to be mated. I wasn’t even going home with him… All we had to do right now, in this moment, was give up to the throbbing meat. To let go and dance.

I let my fingers link behind his neck for a moment while he moved us in time to the beat. I looked around to make sure my aunt was all right. I couldn’t find her.

Selena was gone.

Stella–

Wildly, I spun in place. I was trapped, unless I wanted to push rudely through the crowd. I opened my mind to find Selena and was relieved to feel her presence still close by. Unagitated. She was having a good time.

“Don’t go,” said the man who’d been dancing with me when I pulled away.

I didn’t really want to, but I couldn’t concentrate on keeping my aunt out of trouble and also get swept up in dancing myself. Yes, she’d promised to teach me how to be normal, and apparently, this counted. But I’d promised to keep her safe, and even if humans weren’t coming after her the same way supernaturals would be, it was very clear that I couldn’t trust her to use good judgment.

I found her standing near the bar with the guy she’d been dancing with. Or it could have been a different one. Honestly, it was hard for me to tell these humans apart. They all wore the same kinds of clothes, had similar features, and didn’t have a distinctive, signature scent. They all smelled the same to me, an odor I couldn’t put my finger on but was basically bland.

“This is Joey,” she shouted.

“Meetcha,” Joey said with a nod. His gaze slid over my face and down my body.

I’d forgotten for a minute that I didn’t look like myself, so his blatant appreciation took me aback for a few seconds. Then, warmth flushed my cheeks again. I chased it away by forcing a cool smile and lifting my chin.

“Sup,” I said, imitating what I thought someone who looked like Elleah Whitehaven should say.

“Joey,” Selena said, “has a friend.”

She sipped her drink and wiggled her eyebrows at me. I thought she might have something in her eye, but then I got it. Oh. She meant he had a friend for me.

“Where’s your friend?” I asked.

Joey shrugged, leaning against the bar. “You want a drink?”

“No, thanks.” I licked my lips and tasted sweat. More sweat pasted strands of my hair to my cheeks, so I pushed them back.

How did Selena stay looking so put-together? We’d only been here for a couple of hours, and I felt like I looked like someone had hit me in the face with a shovel. I could feel my mascara streaking. My lipstick had to be smeared. Sweat coated my back. I could’ve freshened up by manipulating my shapeshifter talents, but it would have to be subtle. I didn’t want to risk anyone watching as Elleah’s messy makeup repaired itself.

What was the use of being able to do everything, like Selena had said, if I couldn’t do anything?

“Oh, go on,” she said. “Live a little. Have a drink.”

“Just a cola, then.”

Joey laughed. “Sure, princess.”

I frowned at the hint of sarcasm in his tone. Joey was not as handsome as the server had been. Selena leaned into his embrace as he gestured at the bartender. She seemed to like him well enough, but she was also definitely feeling the influence of the alcohol.

“Don’t be so uptight,” she scolded.

“One of us should stay sober,” I told her.

Joey snorted. “Why?”

I hadn’t realized he could hear me. The bubble I’d put around me and Selena was entirely gone. I didn’t try to put it back into place. So much was going on, and I needed to keep my head about me. “Come on. Let’s dance again!” Selena swayed on her high heels.

Joey put his arm around her. “Whoa, whoa, little lady.”

Little lady? Ugh. How could she stand to be talked to that way? But Selena shot me a secret grin that showed me she was not as intoxicated as she seemed…or least as not as much she wanted Joey to think she was. Her wink didn’t really make me feel better, either.

“I’ll stay here,” I told them both. “My feet hurt.”

That was true, I might not have squeezed my feet into the kind of pointy tettos my aunt was ????

wearing, but these fashion boots were still a lot different than the sneakers and flats I was used to. It wasn’t the real reason I didn’t té get back on the dance floor, though.

I really just wanted to be able to keep my wits about me.

“You go,” I told her. “Have a good time. I’ll be over here.”

I could tell Selena was torn, but only for a few seconds before she shrugged and took Joey by the hand. She led him back to the dance floor. She didn’t even glance back. I felt a little insulted, honestly, She was obviously more interested in having her own fun than helping me.

I was content for the moment to stay here at the end of the bar and sip the fizzy cola with the bubbles tickling my nose. I wanted to take in every sight. Every smell. I wanted to simply experience this night, even if it was on the sidelines.

That’s when things started to get really interesting.

Stella–

The comparison to a wildlife documentary seemed even more accurate when I was a bystander and observer instead of a participant. Everywhere I looked, there was something going on that had my eyes going wide or made my hold back a laugh or gasp of surprise.

Humans sure did get up to some wacky hijinks once they got going with some booze in their systems.

I kept my back firmly against the bar behind me, so nobody could surprise me. On the far side of the room, shadows were split with flashing lights as people gathered around a long table. Each end was set up with red plastic cups, and the teams looked like they were bouncing small plastic balls in an attempt to get them into the cups. When someone made it, a small splash wafted a scent of yeast and hops toward me. Beer. The person who got the ball in the cup shouted and…drank the contents.

Gross!

Still, I was intrigued. I’d told my aunt I wanted to be normal, but what was common for humans wasn’t necessarily translated into what supernaturals would do. At the same time, I could see so many similarities Our physical forms were basically the same, at least between humans, shifters, witches, and vampires. This hinted at common ancestry.

I concentrated for a few seconds on my inner library but didn’t give myself time to do any more searching. I couldn’t forget how Selena had described me as going blank. I couldn’t afford to do that here in Paradise, not even for a few seconds. But I was intrigued at this new realization of how much alike we all were.

My mom and her sister were both hybrids. So were Alaina and Isaac, and their birth mother, Alice, was likely one, too. I myself was a hybrid of the most complex sort, a blend of every single supernatural that had ever existed. It should have been as natural for me to be born looking like a Cyclops or Fae as it was for me to look like a wolf shifter. Yet my natural appearance, the one I didn’t have to think about to keep, matched my parents’.

Could humans mate with supernaturals? And if so, what kind of hybrids would they create? Would the human lack of any innate special talents dilute or even block out those of the supernatural? Or the opposite, would babies from a human/supernatural joining be even more talented because of something I didn’t yet understand?

Why was I even thinking about this now, I scolded myself as I focused back on the dance floor where Selena had abandoned Joey for someone else. I could spend as many hours as I wanted to when we got back home, either researching all the millennium of knowledge locked away in my mind, or with real, physical books from the library in the mansion. Right now, all I really needed to pay attention to was my aun and her shenanigans.

She’d called me uptight, but I saw others standing along the walls or the bar, same as I was. Not everyone here tonight was looking to get mated…to hookup, I thought, catching an overheard conversation between two guys near me. Dudes. Bros. That’s how they referred to each other, anyway. It made me laugh behind my hand.

I’d seen all three of my fathers acting kind of like this. Clapping hands on each other’s shoulders. Posturing. I’d even seen Isaac starting to imitate them. What was it about men that made them walk around with their pelvises leading the way? Like the entire world needed to step aside so they could get by? Like they deserved to take up more space than anyone else around them?

The whisper of a fingertip trailed along the back of my neck, and I shuddered. But when I turned, nobody was there. I scanned the room, expecting to pick up the signature, either heat or scent, of another supernatural. At first, I thought I saw a flash of crimson eyes, but it turned out to be the silly mannequin in the fake coffin. Other eyes glowed white from that purple light, but I didn’t see anyone else with a rising wolf or anything like that.

Still, my back straightened as my senses tingled. The atmosphere in the bar had changed a little. More people had been drinking for a longer time. The night was wearing on, and those who hadn’t yet paired up were starting to give off waves of desperation. Humans yearned for passionate interludes that were not attached to mating-their instinct for sex was as strong as that of wolf shifters, but they seemed way less concerned about finding their one and only. More like they wanted their only for one night.

I could see Selena, surrounded by human men all yearning toward her. They were being affected by her being a hybrid, after all. They just didn’t know why she seemed so much brighter, sexier, more desirable than the other women here. They weren’t as dangerous as the wolves in Constantine had been, but I still needed to be watching out for her. She clearly wasn’t doing it for herself.

“Hey, you.” An elbow nudged me. “Guess what?”

—-The End

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