Free Illusions (Night Roamers) Book Four by Kristen Middleton Page B

. “If you talk to her, put in a good word for me. I wouldn’t mind having a thing with her. You know? That girl is fucking hot.”
    “ Uh, sure. I’ll definitely put in a good word for you, bro.”
    “Thanks, hoaloha ,” he said, slapping him on the back. “Have fun in there. Oh, by the way, there’s going to be a band playing tonight. Here,” he said, handing him a ticket from inside of his jacket pocket. He lowered his voice. “They’re charging ten dollars to get in tonight to see them, but I’ve got your back.”
    “Thanks. I appreciate it.”
    “Just don’t forget about Celeste. I take care of my friends, you know?”
    “ Yeah. Thanks again.”
    “Go have fun.”
    After showing his ticket to the woman behind the counter, Nathan walked down the hallway and entered the main floor, which was flooded with people dancing, drinking, or making out. Again, he noticed that his vision was exceptional, even in the darkness. As he scanned the area, in search of Celeste’s silhouette, he found himself getting distracted by several of the girls as they moved their bodies on the dance floor. Distracted to the point of getting excited.
    What in the hell is wrong with me?
    He’d always enjoyed coming to the club and checking out the girls. What guy didn’t? But tonight was different. There was an urgency that he’d never experienced before. An urgency to grab the first girl who made eye contact, find somewhere private, and have his way with her. The need was enough to give him a painful boner, and he had to take off his jacket to hide it. Frustrated by his own raging hormones, he forced himself to think about the flying gargoyle, and how he needed to save his sister and mother. It was then that he remembered the V.I.P. rooms above, and decided to look for Celeste there.
    He walked toward the staircase, and as he began to climb, he noticed something else a little off – his ankle no longer throbbed. When he reached the top of the stairs, he bent down and touched the bandage, only to find that there was absolutely no pain. Puzzled, he stood up and decided to examine it when he had the chance. For now, he needed to locate Celeste and not worry about the lycan bite.
    Fortunatel y, neither of the V.I.P. rooms had security posted, so he stepped into the first one and began searching for her. It didn’t take long before he found the red-haired demon nestled between two guys in a booth, obviously enjoying each of them. Her hands were below the table, doing doings he could only imagine, and her tongue was shoved down one of their throats. His pants tightened again and he decided that when he left the building, he was going to shove some snow down there if it didn’t let up.
    “What the hell do you want?” asked the guy waiting his turn to kiss Celeste.
    “Heard this was the kissing booth,” said Nathan, smirking.
    Celeste stiffened up, shoved the guy away who she was making out with, and turned to look up at him. She sneered. “Well, well… Nathan.”
    “Needed two guys to replace me I see.”
    “Who is this putz?” asked the guy she’d been kissing, a blonde guy with bleached hair and a piercing under his lips.
    “We need to talk,” said Nathan, ignoring him. “Now.”
    Celeste sighed. “Fine. But let’s make it quick. I’m hungry.” She smiled wickedly. “Unless you’d be interested in feeding me?”
    Nathan rolled his eyes.
    “I’ll buy you dinner,” said the blonde. “Let’s go.”
    She patted his face softly and then kissed his cheek. “Patience, Jon. And Gary,” she said, turning to the other guy, who was still scowling at Nathan, “you can join us for dinner, too. I hate having my meals alone.”
    Gary leaned over and kissed her mouth, then whispered something into her ear. She smiled. “Hold that thought. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my brother needs to talk.”
    “Your brother?” asked Gary, as he stood up to let Celeste out of the booth. “You should have said something.”
    “ She