“Enlighten me, then.”
I reached out, but he jerked back again. “I’ll be your end. Stay away. Just stay the fuck away.”
With that, he swept himself up in a swirl of his amber magic and teleported out.
Damnation!
15
~Zayn~
This night had been a clusterfuck.
No. Actually, that didn’t even scratch the goddamn surface of it.
It had been one motherfucking thing after another.
Pure fucking chaos.
And the most insane thing of all out of the whole thing was that for once I hadn’t been the one bringing the chaos.
What the hell was happening?
Evira and I had just walked back onto campus from hanging atVantiqe,where we’d actually managed to have a nice time together despite the whole Torvek attack situation, and then Vaxan had suddenly teleported right in front of us. He’d told us about all the shit that had gone down with Winter on Mordrek Mountains. Some really bad shit that had ended with Winter taking off in a panicked rush.
Vaxan hadn’t been able to track him, because Winter had masked his magical signature. So he’d come to me and Evira. Me—because I knew Win really well and could provide some locations that he’d possibly retreat to. And Evira because she could scent-track him. I mean, Vaxan had that capability, but ithad been muted by something Winter had done when he’d taken off on him, something that had specifically prevented Vaxan from being able to get a lock on his scent.
And now here Vaxan and I were pushing through the crowds atPolaris,while Evira was out scent-tracking.
It was the fifth place he and I had tried.
I hadn’t wanted it to come to bringing anybody here, because it was gonna come out any second now about Winter’s feeding. There was no way Vaxan would buy some excuse from me about Win coming here to blow off steam from a sexual standpoint. Win didn’t exactly do well with one-nighters, given his attachment issues.
Fuck.
I’d come so far in getting Win to see I wasn’t the same brash, insensitive shithead I had been to him anymore, and now I was about to out this secret of his.
A secret he didn’t even know I was clued in on.
“This establishment certainly lives up to its reputation,” Vaxan commented, his voice cutting through the bass-heavy music reverberating through the place and the noise from all the patrons doing their things and living it up.
Since we’d walked in mere moments ago, the tension that’d been radiating off him already due to the Winter situation had skyrocketed. He didn’t like it here—too many people, too much of a free-for-all everywhere, too much to watch out for. I figured knowing what I did so far about him that it had to do with that for him.
And, yeah, there was a lot going on. Especially when you weren’t walking in here for the purpose this place intended of letting loose or partying.
His eyes were in their serpentine form because he was in a deeply hypervigilant state, and his gaze was darting all around constantly, bouncing off the golden chandeliers above, the eroticdancers in the luxurious cages up there too. There were people drinking, dining, and even getting it on in the velvet-draped balconies. The dance floor by the plush violet and crimson booths was packed with writhing, half-naked beings. And in the booths themselves, and even over by the bar, a fuck of a lot was happening.
I caught sight of a group of sorceresses gathered around one of the booths, one of them tugging on the leash around the neck of a sorcerer who was on the table as the others played with him. Stroking, teasing him with a magical dildo, a whole lot of licking, some light flogging on his back and balls and—look away.
Unfortunately, averting my eyes only led me to another sexual sight of some vampires feeding on a werewolf couple who were in chains at the end of the bar and growling excitedly as they were being pleasured by the vamps with their vampiric speed in… very creative ways, while a couple of the vamps filled shot glasses with their blood and passed it down the bar.
I swallowed hard and kept my gaze on thepleasure room zonenot far from us now.
Our target location.
Well, one in particular. The one right in the corner that I knew Win favored.
“Almost there,” I assured Vaxan, gesturing at the far end of the space, a straight line beyond the booths and dance floor, the area marked off by a shimmering violet and scarlet magical curtain.
