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"Since 'surprise me,'" Merek says. "I wanted to see what you'd make him."

"You wanted to see if I'd make it with Fireball," I say.

"That was the dream."

Lenart steps forward and rests two fingers on the bar.

"Calloway."

The incubus looks at him. His smile is gone.

"You've been a member here for thirty-one years," Lenart says. "You know the rules. You don't use glamour on someone who hasn't consented."

"It was harmless."

Merek's ember lines flare bright orange.

"Harmless?" He leans across the bar, and Calloway jerks back. "She told you to stop. You pushed harder. Try telling me that was harmless again."

Calloway opens his mouth.

"Careful," William says.

His hands are stone now. His claws dig into the wood at the end of the bar.

Tav steps forward. The toolbox hits the counter with a heavy clang. He's so big that Calloway has to lean back to see his face.

"You need to leave," Tav says.

"I'm a paying member."

"Not anymore," Lenart says. "Your membership is revoked. Effective immediately."

Calloway stares at him.

"You can't just—"

"I own this Club. So do the four people standing in front of you." Lenart's eyes narrow. "And you just tried to force yourself into the mind of one of them."

"I didn't know who she was."

That does it.

Merek's tail lashes against the bar.

"You think that makes it better? You think you can do whatever the fuck you want to a woman as long as she doesn't own the building?"

Calloway goes pale.

William takes one step toward him.

"You have ten seconds to leave."

Calloway gives a nervous little laugh and looks around at the four of them. Nobody smiles back.

"Or what?" he asks, but there's a shake in his voice.

William unfolds one wing. It strikes the hanging glass rack, and every glass rattles.