“The whole damn bottle,” she said grimly. “And she had a glass? I wouldn’t even serve a thimbleful of that swill. Someone’s going to get fired for this, and it’s not me.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“And what’s that supposed to mean, Flynn?” She chucked the bottle into the trash.
“The new girl’s cutting in on your tips. You didn’t like Lizzy either. For that matter, you didn’t like Roe.”
“If you think I had something to do with their disappearance, you can kiss my ass.”
“Maybe Rena’s selling on the side.”
“It takes a powerful Sensor to put that kind of magic in a whole bottle. Rena’s weak; that’s why she has fewer customers.”
I started making out with the bar. My tongue polished that wood like it was Christian’s cock. If there was a tiny voice in my head trying to reason with me, someone had gagged it.
Flynn pulled me off the bar and onto the floor. “We can’t let anyone see her like this. How long does it take to wear off?”
“You’re asking me something I don’t know.”
“You’re a Sensor. This is your specialty.”
“Dark magic isn’t my specialty, and I don’t know how much she drank.”
Standing next to me, Simone looked like a skyscraper, and all I could see were her beautiful, dark legs. I rolled to my side and pressed my lips against her ankle. The urge to taste her blood hit me hard, but I managed to keep my fangs retracted.
How long would that last? I was unraveling with each passing moment.
Claude craned his neck and looked down at me from across the bar. “My nose is burning. What’s wrong with that female?”
Simone threw my glass into the trash. “She drank pure sensory magic. Undiluted.”
“And a lot of it,” Flynn added. “The sex stuff.”
“You can’t let her walk home in this condition,” Claude growled.
Simone stepped away from me and leaned against the bar. “Hey, new guy. Do you know where she lives? Because none ofusdo.”
He mashed his lips together.
“Get back to your tables and let us handle this,” she ordered him. “Flynn, pick her up.”
“And do what?”
“We’ll put her in room twelve until it wears off… or closing time. Whichever comes first.”
“Something tells meshe’llbe coming first,” he muttered, hoisting me to my feet.
I moaned against the feel of his hard body and clutched him to me.
“Someone’s feeling randy.” He led me away from the bar. “Stand back,” he barked at a man encroaching on our space. “Unless you want vomit on your shoes, clear a path for the sickly woman.”
Flynn dragged me through the club and down a hall. My knees wobbled like Jell-O, and all I wanted to do was dry hump his thigh.
Flynn stopped in front of a door with a piece of paper taped to it that said CLOSED. When he flipped the switch, red lights came on. Chains hung from the ceiling and walls, and the only furniture was a table with straps and two X-shaped pieces of equipment with cuffs for the hands and ankles.
“Stay here.”
When he turned to leave, I followed him toward the sound of thumping music and the pulse of raw energy.
