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And then he was gone, just like that. I rushed to my friend.

"What did he do to Silver?" I demanded.

Out of it, she collapsed on the closest bar stool. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused.

Lucian checked both her pulse and her pupils."She'll be fine," he assured me. "Touching Pan's like a hit of the strongestweed you can take. She'll just be high for a while. And, well, also aroused. It won't be like the lust spell you were hit with. She's still herself."

That was only sort of reassuring. I was glad he'd stopped Pan from touching me, but wished he'd done the same for my friend. Then again, it wasn't like the god had given us any warning.

He was a bit of a dick, wasn't he?

"That was because she called his name, here," Ronan said. "He tends to give people who presume to act familiar with him a lesson. Remind everyone of who he is."

So, her tongue had gotten her in trouble. Again.

She moaned, dropping her head on my shoulder, and then she was snoring.

"Oh, Silver." I shook my head.

I guess we weren't going anywhere for a while.

"How did today go?" I asked Lucian, glancing at Ronan as an afterthought.

Did he know what Lucian had been up to today?

"I'll tell you later," he assured me. "We'd better not talk shop here. Too many ears."

I pouted, dying for an answer. Presumably, if he'd found out who my attacker was, he would have said so by this point.

"Don't make that face. I doubt you came here tonight—and in that dress—to chat about what dead bodies could have to say."

I flushed, turning beet red. Silver's dress was a tiny, form-fitting minidress with thin straps, and gold chains attached around it like a harness. It was roughly seventy-nine times sexier than anything I owned.

"We were at Silver's. I borrowed one of the only dresses that would fit me."

"Mmhmm. And came to a club that I specifically warned you was full of lust spells in a fuck-me dress, with fuck-me shoes."

I actually wore my Mary Janes, a perfectly sensible pair of three-inch block heels, but presumably, anything short of Uggs would look like fuck-me shoes with that dress.

"It was Silver's idea. She wanted to do some research."

It sounded like a lame excuse, for all that it was the truth. I had no idea this place would be this intense. I should have taken him at his word.

Lucian leaned in to speak close to my ear. "I think you're a dirty, dirty liar. I think you got yourself worked up sucking my cock and wanted to get fucked. And instead of coming to me, you came here. Cowardly move, Valesco."

"Oh? And I think you got worked up when I sucked your cock, so you came here." I wasn't bothering to lower my voice.

He grinned. "I told you. I'm not affected by his place. Pan could snog me, I'd still be perfectly lucid. You, on the other hand?"

His palm found my thighs, right under the hem of my dress, and slid up, and up, then into the sensitive skin between my legs. I inhaled sharply. "Yes, rather wet, aren't you?"

He spoke louder. "Ronan, would you very much mind taking care of Sleeping Beauty for me? Something came up."

"I bet," the man grunted, lifting pulling Silver off her stool, and bringing her to a nearby empty booth.

"I can't just leave her. I don't know him—" I started to say.

"Look at me."