Page 56 of Edge of Darkness

Then the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

An unpleasant chill raced down his back, and Kit came to a screeching halt right in the middle of the dance floor. The feeling of being watched swept over him.

Someone bumped into Kit, jostling him. Faces blurred in and out of his vision as he frantically searched the crowd. The nightclub’s lights flashed, making him squint.

Kit heard yelling and turned in that direction just in time to see someone push Leo down. People pressed closer to Kit, blocking his view, and his heart rate picked up.

People were entirely too close to him. He wanted off the dance floor. Pronto. He tried to move, but bodies blocked him in every direction he turned.

Someone screamed as a fight broke out not far from him. The crowd surged away from the fight, carrying Kit with them, but he managed to catch a glimpse of Leo fighting with three or four other men.

Problem was, there was only so much Leo could do without exposing himself as something other than human.

From the corner of his eye, Kit caught a flash of black hair, which sent his heart rate soaring. Desperately he searched for the person he just saw. It had just been a glance, but he could almost swear—

Kit’s braid was violently jerked, nearly pulling him off his feet. Agony shot through his scalp. Yelling, he grabbed his braid, trying in vain to ease the pressure as he was hauled backward.

He grabbed at several people as he was yanked past them, but no one seemed to be paying attention. Or they just didn’t care.

Kit tried to see who had ahold of his hair, but they’d wrapped his braid around their fist. He was being dragged off the dance floor by his damn hair. He shouted for Leo, but the fucking music was so loud, and Leo was completely surrounded.

And Kit wasn’t the only one yelling now. Leo was desperately fighting to get to Kit, but he was losing that battle. The desperation on his face clearly showed.

That scared Kit more than anything. He was wrenched clear of the dance floor and shoved violently face-first into a dark corner. His forehead bounced off the wall, and pain exploded in his head. Instead of frightening him more, all it succeeded in doing was pissing him off.

Not again. He wasnotfucking doing this again.

Turning, he faced his assailant and swung. Last time, he stood by meekly while he was assaulted. Not this fucking time. He managed to clip the guy on the jaw, and his assailant’s head turned.

Kit felt like he’d possibly broken his knuckles. While he shook his hand out, his assailant fingered his jaw. Kit watched as the guy slowly faced him.

Just as he did, one of the lights from the club illuminated the other man’s face perfectly. Time stopped as Kit’s breath froze in his chest. “No. It can’t be. You… you…you’re dead.”

“Am I?”

Nox’s face danced in front of Kit’s wavering gaze. The black hair, the olive-colored skin, the shape of his jaw—it was all the same. Devastatingly the same. Little black spots danced in front of Kit’s face as the roar of something inhuman raged through the nightclub.

“Seems like that’s my cue to go. Do tell Kage I said hello when he returns from Greece.”

Kit slid down the wall as Nox disappeared into the crowd. Within seconds, a bloodied and bruised Leo knelt beside Kit, frantically talking to him, but Kit couldn’t hear a word he said. In fact, his head was filled with white noise.

Nox was alive.

Mother of all, he thought he might be sick. Then Leo was shoved aside, and Kit’s heart started to pound again as the king of the San DeLain dragons suddenly appeared in his vision.

Gentle hands cupped his face as Kit stared into Hudson’s beautiful brown eyes—eyes that were quickly turning into a golden-red sunburst of color with black slitted pupils. They were eerily beautiful and completely non-human.

Another man dropped down next to Hudson, a sexy guy with short, golden-red hair and scruff on his face. He was as stunning as Hudson, and he caught Kit’s attention immediately. Between Hudson’s hands on his face and the other man’s on his leg, Kit’s heart rate began to slow. The fear retreated.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Hudson said.

Both of the men gently helped Kit to his feet, and each took one of Kit’s arms as they escorted him out of the nightclub, Leo bringing up the rear. They herded him toward a black Lincoln Navigator with blacked-out windows.

“Wait.” Kit tried to stop, but they kept moving him along. “Where are you taking me? What about my car?”

“Somewhere safe,” Hudson said. “Leo can drive your car there.”

“And where is there? Where is considered safe?” Kit demanded.

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