“Yes, but I think he just wants to shift.”
“The website says there’s a space to shift behind the club. Lots of acreage and discreet.”
Yes, please. I need to run. Running makes us less sad.
I dropped my head to Seth’s shoulder. “The website is definitely giving me weird feelings. My unicorn wants to go. You want to go.”
“Then the question remains, do you want to go?” he asked, pulling me closer to him so the laptop almost slid from my lap.
How could I ever say no to him? “I guess.”
“We can leave early if we hate it. But we at least owe ourselves a drink and a shift in a safe space.”
“Promise you’ll make it up to me?”
“I told you, I have plans to make love to you until dawn.”
I nuzzled his neck, messing up my carefully combed-back forelocks. “You’d better keep that promise.”
After he kissed me again, we got ready for a night of clubbing. I wore black on black, a vest over a shirt. My vest had tiny silver strands woven throughout the fabric to make it sparkle. Unicorns sparkled. Most unicorns loved flashy fashion and tended to be ostentatious compared to other shifters.
Seth sparkled in a different way. He chose rings, necklaces, and bracelets, all tasteful. He loved color and wore a purple blazer over a pink button-down and blue skinny jeans.
We’d both driven to San Diego separately so as not to alert our neighbors or families that we were together. Both our cars were in the hotel’s parking garage. We decided to take Seth’s.
The drive was gorgeous, the sun just setting and turning the western sky bright orange. Soon we were headed southeast, a pink sky guiding our way. Even with a little traffic, we made good time.
But my energy flagged when we pulled into the parking lot and saw it was already nearly full. The longest line I’d ever seen stretched from the entrance of Animals and all the way beyond the length of the large building.
I turned to Seth. “Not a good sign.”
He drove down a line of parked cars, letting out a frustrated whistle. “Maybe you were right.”
No. Keep going. There’s a space ahead.
There was no way my beast could know that. I was about to tell Seth to just take us back to the hotel for dinner when a space appeared between two large cars.
“There!” I pointed. “My unicorn told me there was a space.” I frowned. “But how did he know?”
Seth grinned. “Meant to be.”
“I don’t know.” I made a face. “Now we have to navigate that super-long line.”
“I still have a feeling, though.”
My forehead had not stopped tingling since we’d left the hotel. “Me, too.”
“Something’s going on here. Something interesting. Let’s walk around and see what we see. If we can’t get in, we’ll go out to eat, and maybe come back later.”
“Deal.” I leaned over and pecked him on the cheek.
“Deal.” He turned and met my lips.
Chapter Seven
Bram
There were so many things I loved about living and working at Animals. I loved the people, the way I could shift when I wanted to and not worry about being seen like anywhere else in the city, and working in the kitchen. Never once had I thought standing over the heat making junk food would be my happy place.
