Page 55 of Edge of Darkness

He was going out.

TWO HOURS later he was made up, dressed to kill, and arguing with Leo in the underground parking garage of his apartment complex. Because of course he was.

“Look, I’m not asking you if I can go out. I’m a grown ass man. I’m telling you I’m going out to do a little dancing and a little drinking. If you want to go, you’re welcome to tag along,” Kit said through clenched teeth. “If not, that’s fine too.”

“My king isn’t going to be happy with this,” Leo snapped.

“That sounds like a you problem.” Kit was done arguing. Shrugging, he started walking to his car.

“Shit. Okay, fine. I’ll ride with you.” Leo hurried along behind Kit, his phone in his hand. “But I’m calling Hudson and letting him know. Don‘t be surprised if he shows up.”

“Whatever you need to do, man.” Kit unlocked the car and slid into the driver’s seat. Maybe he was being a tad bitchy, but Leo was acting as if Kit needed permission to go anywhere.

Um, no. While he greatly appreciated the dragons watching over him, he wasn’t answerable to them. He didn’t belong to their group or clan or what the fuck ever they called themselves. So why would the dragon king show up? Please. He wouldn’t. Leo was being an ass.

Jeez, he’d been responsible and told Leo what he was doing and where he was going. It wasn’t as if he tried to sneak out or something.

“Sneak out,” Kit grumbled. He hadn’t even done that when he was a kid.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just talking to myself.” Kit drove toward downtown San DeLain, where some of the hottest nightclubs were located.

Since he wasn’t interested in hooking up, he headed for one of the biggest straight clubs there was: The Echo. Since it was nine o’clock, the doors were just now opening.

The bouncer took one look at Leo and immediately escorted him and Kit inside. Kit sighed internally. Leo had been recognized. That meant the bouncer was a paranormal, and more than likely, there were other paranormals there also.

Kit grabbed a table while Leo went to get them a couple of beers. Kit caught his reflection in one of the mirrors along the back wall. He had to say he was rather pleased with his appearance tonight.

Since he’d known he’d get hot, he’d done his hair in a French braid. His black leather pants were tucked into combat boots and gave him a kick ass air.

But the shirt. Oh, the shirt. It was white, practically see-through, and there was no back. Seriously, there was a strip of material that went from one edge of the shirt to the other at the top of his shoulders.

That was it. It was loose, flowing, and sexy as hell. It madehimfeel sexy as hell. As a finishing touch, he’d added half a dozen bracelets to each wrist, a couple of long necklaces, and small hoops in his ears.

Several people had already checked him out, but he hadn’t made eye contact with anybody.

Leo returned and set the beers in front of Kit, and he promptly started on one of them. Since the music was already raging, conversation was impossible, but that was okay with Kit too.

He finished the first beer and started on the second. That was probably all he was going to drink tonight since he was driving. Then he eyed Leo. On second thought, Leo could damn well drive.

“You’re driving back,” Kit hollered over the music. “So don’t drink too much.”

“It doesn’t affect me like it does you,” Leo yelled back.

That was some of the best news Kit had heard all night. He finished his second beer and headed toward the dance floor. And of course Leo was right behind him.

It didn’t take long before they were both surrounded by sexy women. Too bad they didn’t do anything for Kit, but again, that wasn’t why he was there.

The music pounded, and the lights flashed. His body moved to the beat, and his worries melted away. Hands caressed him, but as long as they didn’t get too insistent, he let it go. That was part of club dancing.

Several songs played before Kit needed another break. He caught Leo’s eye and motioned that he was leaving the dance floor. Leo followed him, of course, and they both ended up at the bar. Since Leo got the first round, Kit sprang for this one.

A few women came on to him, but he politely turned them down. Someone even sent Kit a drink, but Leo intercepted it. Which was fine. He hadn’t planned to accept it anyway.

Kit didn’t want to give the wrong impression. Plus, he wasn’t going to drink something that he didn’t see personally poured. It was better to be safe than sorry.

After he cooled off, he dragged Leo back to the dance floor and lost himself in the music again. He was more than a little tipsy and having a blast. This was exactly what he’d needed.

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