Blood Trial Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #1) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,85

I knew them well enough now that I guess it was my own kind of dance.

Tommy, like everything she did, danced in unique elbow-popping style and nailed it.

Laurel bumped and grinded like she’d just left the set of that dance movie with far too many sequels.

The song ended and shifted to a faster beat—a remix of a Drake song. Hells yeah! Tommy herded me toward Laurel, who’d drawn a ring of men around her like fucking moths to a flame. The vampire peeled out from between them.

They sandwiched me, hips wiggling against mine.

I rolled my eyes at them, standing ramrod straight.

“Uptight Basi. Uptight Basi,” Tommy screamed in my ear between hiccups.

Laurel took up the chant.

Scowling, I wiggled my butt once and shoved my boobs in Laurel’s face to satisfy the hussies. They didn’t let me go until the song ended, so the effort was wasted.

Another remix came on.

“No,” I hollered, forming a cross with my forearms. “I’m not dancing to this shit.”

Tommy was already snapping her arms like a crocodile while singing “Baby Shark” at the top of her lungs.

“Baby Shark” could fuck right off.

Laurel was doing it too. A vampire dancing to “Baby Shark.”

I categorised the sight.

“Nope.” I backed away double time. Out of here. I’d find my bartender again. Maybe slide my number over.

I didn’t have a pen or paper, but I could get creative.

Reaching the bar, I leaned across so I could kick my heeled feet up again and give my toes a break. Even cloud shoes had a comfort expiry.

“Give me tequila,” I bellowed to no one in particular.

Large hands appeared on the bar either side of my raised hips.

I hated being hit on by drunk guys. In general. There were exceptions. But for the most part, I hated it.

Lowering my heels to the ground, I spun so my back was against the bar, my eight out of ten scowl at the ready.

Green eyes slammed into mine.

My breath hitched. “What are you doing here?”

I didn’t yell the words, but he heard me anyway—being a damn vampire and all.

Why the fuck was Kyros in this club?

He leaned forward. All the way forward.

True, I didn’t have his hearing, but my listening ability wasn’t bad enough to necessitate him brushing his lips against my ear.

A shiver wracked my body at the contact.

“I get two days off every month,” he spoke over the pulsing bass. “And someone recently told me I need to get out more.”

Yeah, I didn’t mean he follow me. This was my night away from him.

Swallowing, I glanced at his body as per my usual. It was impossible not to—some vampire trick I was sure because I’d never had a problem pretending physical indifference. My gaze lingered on his bare forearms. He’d rolled up his sleeves and ditched the waistcoat and tie. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone.

“Right. I didn’t mean here specifically,” I managed to say. “Is there a reason you’re standing so close?”

His eyes hardened. “I thought I’d be a gentleman and cover your ass—that every man and several women have been looking at for the last minute.”

“Perhaps I want them to look,” I shot back, hands landing on my hips. “It’s my body. Don’t cover it without my say so.”

Kyros’s gaze dropped to my breasts and hips, then lower.

I grabbed his face and forcefully redirected his gaze to my face. Correction: he let me redirect his gaze.

My skin tingled where I touched him and my chest rose in shocked surprise. Warmth pooled deep in my stomach and his green eyes flashed as he inhaled.

I severed contact and whirled back to face the bar. What the hell was that? My hand crept up to my throat as I tried to steady my erratic breathing.

Hoping the bartender might be around so I could ignore the vampire at my back, I glanced up and looked straight into Kyros’s eyes in the reflection of the mirrors lining the back wall of the bar.

His gaze heated me from the inside out.

I couldn’t look away.

My topaz eyes were huge, bright from the alcohol—my face pale.

Kyros stepped closer and his warmth seeped through the thin material of my dress. His green gaze dropped to where my hand rested against the base of my throat. Curling my fingers, I lowered my fist until it rested over the valley between my breasts.

Kyros caught my gaze in the mirror again, and sighing, I leaned back against him. The medium of the mirror made me feel like I could look my fill,