Page 1 of His Little Hessonite
Chapter One
Clara
“Aren’t we a bit old for this?” I ask my friends as we stand in line, waiting to get into Club Zoom. I don’t know why I agreed to this.
Misha giggles. “It’s your birthday. We’re celebrating. Thirty-five is not old.”
I draw in a deep breath and press against my temples with my fingers.
“Headache?” Tanya asks gently, stroking my arm.
I try to shake it off. “I’ll be fine.” I want to be fine. I’ve felt pretty good today. That’s why I agreed to go out. That and it’s my birthday. I should be out celebrating with my friends.
Misha wraps her arm around my other elbow. “Did you see the doctor today?”
“No. I have another appointment tomorrow.”
Both my friends stare at me with worried looks on their faces.
“What?” I ask before I swipe at my nose, thinking there’s something on my face.
“You look pretty pale, Clara,” Misha says, her brows furrowed with more concern than I like to see in her expression.
Tanya glances at the entrance to the club. We’re next to go inside.
Suddenly I feel kind of faint. Shit. Why does this keep happening to me? I’ve been on a leave of absence from my job for three weeks, seeing specialists, trying to get to the bottom of my fatigue. I wouldn’t have come out tonight if I hadn’t been feeling better today.
“IDs, ladies,” the bouncer says as we step into the club.
My fingers are shaking as I fumble with the zipper on my purse.
“Ma’am? Are you okay?” the bouncer asks.
“She gets fatigued sometimes,” Tanya tells him. “Is there someplace we can sit down for a minute?”
“Of course.” The man steps closer, sets a hand on my back, and guides me through the entrance and into an office. He shuts the door as soon as we’re inside and helps me to sit on a loveseat. He squats in front of me.
“Thank you,” I murmur. I can feel fatigue taking over. Dammit. I’m going to faint.
Misha and Tanya must recognize the signs because they both rush to my sides and turn me so I end up reclined on the loveseat.
“How about some water?” the bouncer asks.
Tanya responds, I think, but her voice is fading…
Chapter Two
Kalbrac
I’ve been downstairs mingling with the eclectic group of human females for about an hour when a strange sensation makes my spine tingle. Jerking my head up, I catch a glimpse of the doctor from the mothership, Dankin, jogging toward the front of the club.
Weird. Dankin doesn’t come down to Earth from the mothership unless there’s an emergency.
I watch him as he approaches the door that leads to the check-in lobby. As soon as he opens the door, all the blood drains from my head. I draw in a deep breath. My mate is in the entrance room somewhere. She hasn’t made it into the club yet, but that’s not surprising.
Females have to fill out a lot of paperwork before they can enter the main dance floor. John, who works the entrance to the club, is a stickler for checking IDs and making sure every visitor reads the fine print on the waiver before they can sign the paperwork.
I flinch as the door closes, abruptly cutting off the scent I’d taken in. Nope. This isn’t going to work for me.