followed after her. "Maybe I can help. Do you have a name?"
Eve moved in and out of the dancing crowd and didn't stop until she was at the bar. She slid onto a stool and turned around. With a loud voice, so to be heard over the blaring music, she said, "Boaz. Have you heard of him?"
A slow smile spread across Lex’s pale face. "We are dear friends. I would be delighted to introduce you. What did you say your name was?"
"Laura. Laura Renfield. And I don't need an introduction. We've met before. Really, all I want to know is where I can find him. You see, it's been a long time since we've seen each other so I want to surprise him."
Lex pulled away from her. "Boaz doesn't like surprises."
Eve could barely hear him over the music.
"He'll like this one. I promise." She flashed her best smile. "So, where can I find him?"
His mouth tightened, and he glanced back toward the balcony where the secret Supernatural party was in full effect. "Let me think about it."
Eve reached for him, hoping to add some extra charm, but just like that he was gone. She glanced around. No one had noticed, not even the bar tender who was a few feet away, pouring red liquid into a tall glass. Maybe Lex had some kind of cloaking spell on him similar to what hid the upstairs balcony.
"What can I get you?" the male bartender asked, startling her.
"Water, please." Her gaze went back to the balcony.
From this viewpoint, she could only see a couple of pair of legs just inside the parted curtain. She was going to have to go up there at some point. This much was certain. Lex didn't seem to be too willing to share Boaz's location with her, but maybe someone else would know.
The bartender reached his tattooed-arm toward Eve and placed a glass of water on top of a white napkin. Eve thanked him and took a sip.
While she thought about her next move, her hand absent-mindedly tore the napkin into long strips. Her best bet would be to find another witch like herself. Boaz had always been fond of them, but only because he was able to use their magic without them knowing it. Or maybe they did know. Her mother had surely known and that didn't stop her from being near him.
Eve twisted each of the napkin strips until she had several. She took four of them and placed them into a square to be a base for a small cabin. She could get a witch to talk to her, to trust her. She knew the talk and the walk, having already lived the life with Boaz. Her stomach turned just thinking about playing that role, but it was necessary.
Air pressure in the club changed. Became more electric and full of a powerful energy. Eve sucked in and turned around to find the source. Rotating lights on the ceiling illuminated different parts of the crowd as the people bounced up and down and grinded against each other. Her attention was drawn to the entrance of the club, but she couldn't see through everyone.
Eve placed her feet on the first wrung of the barstool and pushed up, making her stretch a good foot past the moving crowd of people.
Her heart stopped. Lucien.
What was he doing here? But more importantly, Eve no longer sensed an emotion-detecting spell on him, which meant—she could be with him. Right now. Her heart beat again—raced, actually—until she thought it might burst. Finally she could be where she belonged, where she felt whole.
She immediately thought of the cloaking spell she had put on herself at the monastery. The power behind the enchantment surged all around her, taking her breath away.
Solvo Lucien , she thought.
Instantly, the connection was open between them, but would he realize it? Surely he had already tried many times to connect with her in his dreams only to be greeted by a dark hole.
Just then Lucien turned, and his eyes met hers. She opened her mouth to speak his name, but the word never came.
Instead, an icy cold hand gripped her arm and a velvet voice said, "There's someone who wants to meet you."
8
Lucien froze, stopping mid-step. On the
Eve moved in and out of the dancing crowd and didn't stop until she was at the bar. She slid onto a stool and turned around. With a loud voice, so to be heard over the blaring music, she said, "Boaz. Have you heard of him?"
A slow smile spread across Lex’s pale face. "We are dear friends. I would be delighted to introduce you. What did you say your name was?"
"Laura. Laura Renfield. And I don't need an introduction. We've met before. Really, all I want to know is where I can find him. You see, it's been a long time since we've seen each other so I want to surprise him."
Lex pulled away from her. "Boaz doesn't like surprises."
Eve could barely hear him over the music.
"He'll like this one. I promise." She flashed her best smile. "So, where can I find him?"
His mouth tightened, and he glanced back toward the balcony where the secret Supernatural party was in full effect. "Let me think about it."
Eve reached for him, hoping to add some extra charm, but just like that he was gone. She glanced around. No one had noticed, not even the bar tender who was a few feet away, pouring red liquid into a tall glass. Maybe Lex had some kind of cloaking spell on him similar to what hid the upstairs balcony.
"What can I get you?" the male bartender asked, startling her.
"Water, please." Her gaze went back to the balcony.
From this viewpoint, she could only see a couple of pair of legs just inside the parted curtain. She was going to have to go up there at some point. This much was certain. Lex didn't seem to be too willing to share Boaz's location with her, but maybe someone else would know.
The bartender reached his tattooed-arm toward Eve and placed a glass of water on top of a white napkin. Eve thanked him and took a sip.
While she thought about her next move, her hand absent-mindedly tore the napkin into long strips. Her best bet would be to find another witch like herself. Boaz had always been fond of them, but only because he was able to use their magic without them knowing it. Or maybe they did know. Her mother had surely known and that didn't stop her from being near him.
Eve twisted each of the napkin strips until she had several. She took four of them and placed them into a square to be a base for a small cabin. She could get a witch to talk to her, to trust her. She knew the talk and the walk, having already lived the life with Boaz. Her stomach turned just thinking about playing that role, but it was necessary.
Air pressure in the club changed. Became more electric and full of a powerful energy. Eve sucked in and turned around to find the source. Rotating lights on the ceiling illuminated different parts of the crowd as the people bounced up and down and grinded against each other. Her attention was drawn to the entrance of the club, but she couldn't see through everyone.
Eve placed her feet on the first wrung of the barstool and pushed up, making her stretch a good foot past the moving crowd of people.
Her heart stopped. Lucien.
What was he doing here? But more importantly, Eve no longer sensed an emotion-detecting spell on him, which meant—she could be with him. Right now. Her heart beat again—raced, actually—until she thought it might burst. Finally she could be where she belonged, where she felt whole.
She immediately thought of the cloaking spell she had put on herself at the monastery. The power behind the enchantment surged all around her, taking her breath away.
Solvo Lucien , she thought.
Instantly, the connection was open between them, but would he realize it? Surely he had already tried many times to connect with her in his dreams only to be greeted by a dark hole.
Just then Lucien turned, and his eyes met hers. She opened her mouth to speak his name, but the word never came.
Instead, an icy cold hand gripped her arm and a velvet voice said, "There's someone who wants to meet you."
8
Lucien froze, stopping mid-step. On the
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