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“Look, we won’t let that happen again,” Drew tries to assure her.
He can’t guarantee that. She was under our nose, and it happened. She has a right to feel as she does. And I thought we could keep her safe, and every bone in my body will fight to keep her safe. Fucking everything. But even I can only do so much.
But I can’t guarantee it won’t happen again.
Raelyn goes to open her mouth, but just then the waitress appears with our food. She sets down countless rolls ranging from Rainbow to Volcano to Snow Crab and more. Even Raelyn looks impressed, taking in the sea of colors on the plates.
Drew stares at me, and I know he is silently begging me not to say anything.
So, I don’t. I keep my very pissed thoughts to myself.
The truth of what Raelyn needs to know.
I shove a roll into my mouth, barely tasting the spicy tuna and crab. I don’t think this is the way we should be handling the surprise we got.
But I got vetoed.
And I have a feeling that veto is going to be a problem for us all.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
RAELYN
The music boomsall around us as we walk past one of the many bars throughout this club. Level Seven is packed with bodies dancing, grinding, and moving to the beat of the music. The club is lit by crazy flashing lights all around it. The vibration of the music can be felt through the floor.
There is still a sense that I’m being watched, but in this crowd, that has to be impossible. I constantly feel the hairs on the back of my neck raise, and on instinct, I want to cower and hide.
God, what the fuck is wrong with me? I shake my head and try to get myself to focus on the world in front of me.
Tristan leads us through the club. I look up and see a giant thing hanging over the dance floor, weaving in and out of each other. Like two snakes or something. There is a balcony that wraps around the upper level of the nightclub, so that those above can look down on the dance floor. And I realize quickly that we are headed up to the second floor.
A hand grazes my back, and I look up at Tristan who is walking beside me. His slight touch sends warmth to even mycovered skin. Kayce bought me an outfit for tonight, a cute leather skirt with a draped collar top that is open in the back.
For the first time since I can remember, I actually feel sexy. Almost powerful.
That is, until I get the feeling that eyes are on me.
We walk up the stairs, with the guys all flanking me. Tristan and Drew are on either side of me, with Kayce and Asher behind me.
A thrill runs down my spine as my body reacts to being around them. In such a short period of time, I just get turned on being in the same room as them. I do everything I can to hide my reaction to them, but I vibrate whenever one comes in the room.
Apparently, I’m a slut for these men. But after what Cam said to me, I can’t help but feel ashamed.
When we finish climbing the stairs, we get ushered over to the corner of the room that is roped off. We have a whole section for ourselves and even our own private bar with a bartender. There are lounge areas scattered throughout the space, with the bar against the wall. A low light from the back wall helps illuminate the space, but the lights from above the dance floor truly allow you to see the private area.
“What would you like to drink?” Drew takes my hand in his as he leads me over to a curved couch with a table in front.
The minute my skin touches his, it feels like tiny little sparks ignite between us. I suck in a breath at the contact and try to keep my eyes forward. But I look up at his blue eyes and forget where I’m even at in this moment.
“Hey, Rae? Sweetheart? You okay?” He frowns at me.
“Huh? Oh, yeah,” I yell over the music. “What was the question?”
Drew laughs and leans down with his lips close to my ear. “What do you want to drink?” His voice comes out deep and sends goosebumps along my skin.
“Uh, a, um, Bloody Mary,” I croak out.
Drew pulls back and smiles, his eyes boring into mine. Without another word, he nods and walks over to the bar. I sit down on the couch, and Tristan and Asher plop down beside me. Tristan places a hand on my thigh, and I don’t know if it’s a sign of possession or protection.