Free Surrender, Book 3 The Elfin Series by Quinn Loftis Page B

colors of the lights changed rhythmically with the beat of the music and a trail of fog drifted from the room. Elora took a step closer, and another, as the undulating fog beckoned to her. The closer she got, the more she wanted to be in that room.
    It seemed that in the blink of an eye she was standing just inside the door engulfed in the darkness. The laser lights that flashed around the room and the fog blanketed the floor and slithered around the bodies that were moving to the pulsing music. Her head snapped around when she felt hands sliding down her arms grabbing onto her wrists and pulling her into the depths of the writhing bodies. The heat of the crowd should have been stifling, but instead it was like a warm sauna relaxing all of her muscles until she was placid and loose.
    Without another thought to any of her original plans when she’d entered Iniquity, Elora let her head fall back, not even alarmed when it landed on someone’s chest as hands grasped her waist and the person behind her began to move with her. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath and surrendered to the side of her that she’d fought for so long.
    The night turned into a blur as Elora danced. She didn’t stay in Iniquity but followed a group of people who she suddenly become friends with. They went from casino to casino hitting all of the clubs in them along the way. Minutes turned into hours, but time was of no consequence to her. She simply wanted to soak up the night. All of her worries slipped from her mind to be replaced by a euphoric feeling that she was pretty sure she never wanted to let go of.
    Elora laughed as she danced with the group she’d latched onto, letting their energy capture her. Her hands lifted into the air as her hips swayed seductively. In her mind, she heard a whisper of approval as though she were a snake charmer and her dark half was the snake being mesmerized by her movements. It was as if she was finally home. Why had she fought it so hard? This is who she was and there was no point in denying her nature. She was a part of the night, the darkness her domain, and as she reached up and pulled the clips from her hair letting the black locks free to sway around her, she gave herself over fully to the blood of her father’s people.
     

     
    C ush wiped the blood from his lip as the last man was finally removed from the casino. One human male had gotten in a lucky shot but only because Cush had been fighting four on one. The bouncers who’d been in the middle of it with him gave him a quick nod of thanks as they returned to their stations. Those left that had simply watched or cheered on the fighting slowly meandered away as they realized the excitement was over.
    He turned to find Elora, to make sure she was alright, but instead of her scantily clad body, he found an empty spot on the floor instead. His eyes began to quickly scan the immediate area around him, and when he still didn’t see her he began moving. His head swiveled from side to side as he searched face after face for his Chosen. At that moment his frustration equaled his worry. He wouldn’t think the worst just yet. At the moment he was irritated with her for leaving the place he’d specifically told her not to budge from. But as his search continued with no sign of her, his irritation lessoned and his anxiety and fear increased. The ache that often accompanied the separation of a male and his Chosen began as a dull annoyance in his chest. He knew the longer they were separated, the worse it would get.
    What if Lorsan had realized who she was and snatched her while he’d been helping break up the fights between the drunk humans? What if some human male had decided she was an easy target and somehow managed to drag her off to some dark corner to—he cut that thought off before it could go any further. Picturing the horrid things that could be happening to her would not help him; it would only serve to increase his anger and fear, which would