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I shrug. “Not that I’ve seen.”

“Shite.” He sounds so disappointed.

I stand. “It’s time for you to go to bed.”

They groan.

I hold my hands out. “Would you like a lift?”

Instead of waiting for a reply, I wrap my gravito around all three of them separately and lift them out of their chairs.

Grace dissolves into drunken giggles as Alex lifts his hands in the air with a drunken whoop.

Jack’s smile is soft as he leans back into the hold of my power. “Ya gonna be gone when we wake up, friend?”

I dip my chin. “Sí, but we will meet again.”

He holds out a fist.

I step forward and gently bump mine against his.

Then I let my gravito guide them up the stairs to the apartment above.

Chapter 18

Vameer

When I feel my gravito release my friends, I slide my hand into my pocket and pull out five more gold coins and leave them next to the empty apple whiskey bottle.

With everyone asleep, the gravito around my wrist also shifts back to its normal invisible state. But it doesn’t unwrap. It stays in place as a protective layer over my bracelet. Then I pick up the gym shorts and head toward the back hallway.

I passed two doors on the way in. One said Solo Empleados, but the other said Baño.

I’ve seen plumbing before. But never in a building like this. And not from this century.

So even though I could pull the shorts on in the bar without anyone seeing, I still make my way to the bathroom.

I duck down the short hall. Then I duck even more as I open the bathroom door and step into the small, windowless room.

The ceiling in here is just as low as the hall, so I have to squat to keep my head upright.

I don’t need the light on to see, but I am curious to examine the electric fixtures in here.

I read through a quick lesson on residential and commercial wiring for electricians, so I know where to look for the switch. And as I flip it, I visualize the current running through the necessary wires.

The lamps are mounted to the wall on either side of the mirror and fill the room with a dim yellow glow.

Below the mirror is a white ceramic sink with bronze fixtures.

I take it all in while I lift one foot and then the other, pulling the shorts on, careful to stay in a low squat.

They’re a tight fit. Something tears as I pull them up my legs. And I struggle for a moment as I shove my dick down along my inner thigh, trying not to tear the seam even more.

Shorts in place, I turn and look at the toilet.

Wanting to try its function, I reach out and press the lever to flush it.

I’ve heard of toilets before but never had a reason to use one. Vampires rarely need to relieve themselves, and anytime I have, it’s been outdoors.