Free Sentinel Lost (Mind Sweeper Series Book 5) by AE Jones Page B

But you two are going to behave tonight so we don’t have to worry about trackers, right?”
    “Absolutely,” I answered. “This is a fact-finding mission. Nothing more.”
    We parked and hustled to the club entrance as fast as our heels could carry us. Springtime in Cleveland meant it was still God-awful cold and wet. And we were outside in sandals and barely-there dresses supplemented with nothing more than short, light wraps. I’d never asked if vamps could feel the cold, but I was going to freeze to death before we got inside. Hypothermia was definitely not sexy.
    The bouncer looked us over, eyes locked for a long time on Talia—big shock—before nodding for us to enter. We walked into the small alcove and were greeted by a blast of heat and music. We slid off our wraps and handed them to the smiling coat room attendant.
    “First time here, ladies?”
    “Yes,” Talia said.
    “Welcome.” She looked us over too, and already I felt like a piece of meat. “You should both fit in here quite nicely. In the main salon you’ll find a bar. There are several rooms branching off of the main salon, but please don’t enter those. They’re by invitation only.”
    We walked into the main room, and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the low light. The bar was some kind of dark wood with a brass runner around the top. Leather high-back chairs surrounded the bar, and several clusters of sleek tables, chairs, and sofas were scattered throughout the space. It was definitely high-end, but that didn’t conceal its true purpose. Especially when the men in the room started to stare. And they weren’t subtle about it. And the more overt stares we got, the more I wanted to laugh. Whether human or supe, men had never been a subtle breed.
    I followed Talia to the bar, and the bartender appeared as soon as we were seated. “What can I get you ladies?”
    “I’ll have a chocolate martini.” Now, I’d never so much as sniffed a chocolate martini, but it seemed like the right thing to order as part of my undercover persona.
    He reached for a glass and then turned to Talia. “I have a special red for you.”
    I arched my eyebrow at her when he turned away, and she leaned closer and whispered. “Shifter.”
    Which made perfect sense for a bartender. He would be able to sense what you were right away. My life would be so much easier if I could tell when someone was a supe. A lot of times I could guess, depending on the situation, but at times like this, I was clueless.
    The bartender placed the drinks in front of us. My martini had a curl of chocolate on the rim. Talia’s glass looked like it held a deep, red wine, but I knew better. I reached for my purse and the bartender shook his head. “Taken care of.”
    “That was fast.”
    He skimmed his eyes over both of us. “Not really. You two won’t have to worry about paying for a drink tonight.”
    Jean Luc growled in my earbud. Talia chuckled.
    I smiled at the bartender even though what I wanted to do was go home and take a shower. I glanced sideways at Talia and murmured, “Let the games begin.”
    She chuckled again and spun her chair so she was facing the room. I blew out a breath and did the same.
    Thirty minutes later, my wish to take a shower had morphed into visions of being sprayed down by a biohazard team. Talia was handling the attention quite well, and I was faking it as best I could, but my face hurt from all the smiling. I hadn’t smiled this much in…well, ever.
    When an enormous male, I was guessing demon, came lumbering toward us, my smile faltered slightly. He was a bigger than Misha, which was saying something. But while Misha’s demeanor was welcoming, this guy’s was frosty. With grim lips and a glare that would melt glass, he set off my scary meter.
    He stopped in front of me. “Someone would like to meet you.”
    I widened my eyes. “I think the proper greeting is ‘hello.’”
    His mouth dropped open slightly, but he recovered his