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The male chuckled. “Sure it is,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “You’re going to have to wait your turn like everyone else,princess.”

My mouth fell open.I don’t have time for this!

“Did you not see I was just here a moment ago? I sat right next to the prince!” I exclaimed, my arms flung out wide in disbelief and mounting irritation.

The male simply shrugged a shoulder. “I just started my shift, so I didn’t see anyone. But I do see you trying to cut to the front. Now get your ass back in line.”

My talons sliced from my fingernails. I would not let that male interfere with my plans. Not today!

“You heard him,” a slender female fae said, second from the front. She flashed a wicked smirk. “Back to the end of the line, bitch.”

“Y-you…” My hands trembled, and I clenched them into fists, filling with the need to deck her. Yet, one look at her fine emerald headband signaled she was from the royal court—much higher in position than me, which meant severe punishment if I struck a hand against her. By the dark twinkle in her eye, she knew it as well.

The bartender handed her a pretty sangria. She thanked the male before casting one last triumphant glance my way and strode off with a sway of her hips.

Swallowing the scream building in my throat, I marched to the back of the line. I crossed my arms over my chest, tapping my foot with impatience. By the time it was my turn to have my drink order taken, twenty-five freaking minutes had passed.

And still, the bartender was slow in getting my drink. Part of me suspected he purposely moved at a crawl in an attempt to ruffle me further. He slid the drink across the counter.

“Now, here you go,” he said, offering a sly wink.

“Thanks,” I growled between clenched teeth.

Thanks for nothing.

I whirled and stalked off. Stepping on the dance floor, I looked around for Drake. Yet, there was no sign of him. I used my nose to scent him out, yet I wasn’t a powerful shadow fae and didn’t have a strong bloodline to use my powers to distinguish people in such a large crowd. The cloying scent of perfume, sweat, and body odor permeated the floor. I made my way through the bodies keeping an eye out for Drake…but…

He was gone.

CHAPTER SIX: WICKED TEMPTATIONS

DRAKE

The world around me was a jumbled mass of color and discordant sound. Blaring music pumped through my veins, pulsating and vibrating my organs.

I vaguely recalled drinking the alcoholic drinks that Rosalana had offered me. Then the world started to tilt on its axis. I found myself on the dance floor, sweaty bodies hemming me in on all sides.

The sharp acrid stench of alcohol, mixed with sweat and artificial perfume, burned my nostrils. I wrinkled my nose. Then, above all other scents that permeated the room, was one scent that had always captivated me so thoroughly. Honeysuckle, with a hint of vanilla, drifted into my nostrils, filling my body like balmy air. Sending my body, my cock, hard with want.

The world around me sharpened with a touch of clarity, allowing me to distinguish the bodies that filled the dance floor.

“Ember,” I breathed.

I shouldered my way through the gyrating fae and then saw her. She was dancing not even a few feet from me, her hips rocking in tandem with the beat—her bottom wiggling. Behind her stood a dark-skinned fae male with hair cropped close to his scalp. His eyes hungrily devoured her ass. The stars’ damned dress she wore practically aired her body for all the world to see. It was a formfitting gown that fell mid-thigh, with cutouts along her ribs and a swooping back. The sequins sparked like obsidian gemstones. The wicked spiked heels she wore only served to accentuate her long shapely legs that glistened like precious ivory under the strobe lighting overhead.

A vicious snarl tore from my throat. I was on the fae male a heartbeat later. My talons sank into his forearm, snatching his arm away from Ember’s ass. The male whirled around hissing, ready to flay alive whoever had disturbed him. But one look at me sent his eyes popping wide with alarm, his face turning ashen.

“My—my prince!” He rasped. Bowing his head in reverence, he stammered, “I-I didn’t know she was yours. Honest! If I had?—”

“Unless you want your hands ripped from your body,” I growled, “then I suggest you get your sorry ass out of my sight.

The male nodded his head jerkily. I released him and watched with primal satisfaction as he scurried off.

“Way to interrupt my fun,” a feminine voice snapped at my rear, and I turned to face Ember.

The corners of my eyes leaked with violet light, my power building beneath my skin, moments from erupting. Yet Ember didn’t appear fazed at all. She glared at me, her amber eyes sparking like twin flames.

“You have no right,” she seethed.

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