bringing the glass to my lips and drinking as I looked out over the crowd.
“Can I get you anything else?” she purred, laying a hand on my arm and leaning close to speak to me like she was using the volume of the music as her fucking wingman or something.
“No,” I said, not really caring that I was being rude. This chick needed to get the fucking hint.
I took another long sip of my drink and kept my eyes on the crowd, but she wasn’t done there. Her hand landed on my chest over my spotless dress shirt and she leaned in again to speak as she trailed it down my body.
“I wasn’t just offering drinks,” she said, biting her lip and looking up at me with lust in her gaze.
I caught her wrist as her fingers brushed against my belt and I practically snarled at her as I yanked her close to hear me clearly. “I said, no. Are you deaf or just plain stupid? I have no interest in your herpes infested pussy or how much you like to choke on dick as a hobby. So tuck your camel toe away, stop embarrassing yourself, and fuck off.”
I tossed her hand out of my grip with disgust and knocked back the rest of my drink before thrusting the empty glass at her. Her eyes widened with rage and embarrassment, but she said nothing, just took the glass and scurried away.
I might have been a little harsh, but my mind was full of worry for my savage girl and I didn’t need some high end hooker trying her luck with me while I needed to concentrate.
My tongue felt thick in my mouth as I looked out over the club again and for a moment my vision blurred, causing me to press my fingers to my eyes and release a slow breath. I was spreading myself too thin, burning myself out with the desperation of my hunt but unable to stop myself all the same. I couldn’t slow down and I’d never give up. Winter belonged with me. There was no doubt in my mind about that and I refused to even consider relaxing the pace of my search.
I opened my eyes again and looked back out over the dancers as my ears began to ring. My gaze slipped in and out of focus and the colours of the flashing lights seemed to pulse more vibrantly than before.
My heart felt like it was falling into time with the thrashing rhythm of the music and I couldn’t decide if that felt right or not.
A wave of dizziness passed over me again and I blinked as my vision blurred around the edges and the ringing in my ears grew louder.
A smile was tugging at the corner of my mouth and I was struck with the urge to laugh even though I didn’t know what was funny.
I gripped the railing in front of me as the floor beneath my feet started to sway like a boat rocking on the tide and I shook my head again as the colours of the room made me want to dive into them and bathe in all of that orange...
“Are you alright there, handsome?” a voice came from near and far away at once and I turned to find the hostess there again, all blonde hair and tiny dress, tugging on my arm like she wanted me to go somewhere.
“Ge-offa-me,” I mumbled, trying to shake her off but doing it too hard so that she was knocked on her ass instead.
I shook my head as I tried to focus on what I was supposed to be doing. My savage girl with blood red hair and eyes the colour of emeralds, with scars that mirrored the strength inside her and a soul so pure and fierce it took my breath away.
Something was wrong.
I slipped my hand into my pocket, feeling the smooth, silken shell of my cellphone and remembering the three men who could help me. My blood, my kin, my brothers.
I fumbled the phone from my pocket and tried to call them, but the world was spinning and the music was creeping into my head and filling my brain with this constant drone of white noise which I couldn’t think through.
My cellphone slipped from my fingers as it was taken away and a soft hand replaced it.
My feet stumbled over themselves as she tugged me along and I fell into the padded seat which lined the VIP booth,