Page 21 of Magical Sass for Three
Chapter 8
“Are you sure about this?” Hanna stared at herself for the umpteenth time. This reflection came back from a shop near Clawed Obsessions. She wore an emerald-colored dress Barbara bought for her with matching shoes and bag. She told her it was too much, but Barbara insisted. Hanna’s image looked like that of a stranger. The dress made her eyes look enchanted and brighter. If anything, she looked like what a true, modern witch would look like if she a had sexy, kick-ass potion.
“Absolutely,” Barbara said. “Now come on. I have a mate waiting for me and you have to show that dress off.” Barbara led the way as they entered the club.
It was different from the clubs she went to in Miami but was still packed and had music blasting, but she found the mood to be different, almost as if it reflected the personality of the brothers.
Dance music filled the room. The place was darker than most clubs without the fancy neon lights, but it was more intimate that way. Hanna realized that lights bouncing off the walls were probably too much for shifters with sharper vision.
“There’s Tristan,” Barbara said, spotting her mate. She moved towards him.
“Wait,” Hanna said. “You’re leaving me?”
“Hanna, you’re a powerful witch who looks fierce in that dress. I have a feeling you’re going to be just fine.”
Why did it seem like more people had more confidence in Hanna’s abilities than she felt herself? She checked that off as something to work on in the future. “Thanks, Barbara.”
“Anytime, dear.” Barbara disappeared in the sea of people as she made her way over to Tristan.
Hanna looked around for Derek and Kyro, but she couldn’t spot them anywhere. As big and imposing as those two were she was sure she’d spot them sooner or later.
She moved further into the room, slipping past bodies gyrating on the dance floor.
A man stopped in front of her, blocking her way. “What’s your name, honey?”
Hanna rolled her eyes. “It’s definitely not honey.”
“Don’t be that way, babe.”
“Look, I’m not your honey, I’m not your babe, and I’m most certainly not someone to mess with,” Hanna said. “Please get out of my way.”
He grabbed her arm and gripped it tightly. “No one talks to me that way. You should apologize by giving me a dance.”
This scene felt too familiar, and Hanna was afraid of how she’d react. What if she did a repeat of what she did in Miami?
Before she could do anything else, Derek was there with his hand around the guy’s neck.
“I’m pretty sure you can tell she’s taken,” Derek said. “Either you are stupid or have a death wish. Which one is it?”
“I’m sorry,” the man said, flinching as if he expected Derek to hit him. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Honest.”
Suddenly, Kyro was there, too. “If you like living, I suggest you leave here and never step foot in our establishment again.”
“I won’t. Promise.” The man scurried away as if he had his ass handed to him in a paper bag.
“What was that all about?” Hanna asked.
Instead of answering her, they pulled through the crowd, Derek in front of her and Kyro behind her.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
They didn’t answer, and she thought she heard them growl out a reply.
It wasn’t until they had her alone on an elevator that they spoke up with actions and words. Kyro pressed a button, and then they both were on her.
Derek pressed her against the back of the elevator and kissed along her neck. “Do you know how hard it is to keep from killing other shifters when you look like that?” Derek asked. His knee nudged her legs wide until it pressed against her panties. “We were both seconds away from snapping that asshole’s neck for coming anywhere near you.”
“Speak for yourself, brother,” Kyro said, nibbling the other side of her exposed skin. “If I had gotten there first, he would have been dead on arrival.”
