Page 284 of The Blairville Legacies

I felt subtle anger toward her. This girl couldn't manage to stay away from me. Whatever she had been looking for there, she would have done it for the last time. As soon as I saw her again, I would talk to her. In my own way. I would make her realize that she couldn't stick her pretty nose intoeverything.

“Hello, pretty.”

I looked at Miles, who was wearing his sunglasses just like us and hitting on another girl. She was blonde and had red sparkles stuck to her high cheekbones. Without a doubt a pretty youngwoman. Definitely Miles's type of prey, if you didn't count his ginger haired mistake.

“Miles, we don't have time for this,” I admonished him, pushing him by the shoulder in front of me up the stairs where people crowded up and down. A bartender lost his tray, which I pushed straight back into his hand.

“Thanks,” he said in surprise, but I ignored him and followed Miles, David behind me.

“Why again didn't we dress up?” Miles asked with a laugh.

This motherfucker had tried to force masks on us. David had even taken them with him and I wondered if I was the only reasonable one here.

“Because we don't want to make a fool of ourselves,” I said dryly, and my jaw tightened by itself.

“Besides, we're not here for fun,” David sighed behind me.

Miles had once again tied his hair into an undercut man bun, which gave him a more masculine look, especially in combination with the slightly visible curved cross lines of the hair tattoo.

“You can't tell me you don't want to have a bit of fun,” Miles laughed, skillfully dodging two drunken men and arriving at the top of the stairs. He paused, which immediately put me on alert. I followed his gaze.

“They didn't think twice about that,” I pressed out, pushing past Miles and heading straight for the filthy Copeland pack who had casually plopped themselves down in our VIP area. Ten guys and one girl were sitting around Nash Copeland. Everyone was laughing, and they were raising their tequila glasses before emptying them.

“Don’t you think it smells too much like wolf in here, Miles?” I asked loudly and audibly for a Senseque.

Normally I kept my mouth shut and ignored this scum, but when they crossed my boundaries, I saw no reason to spare them.

Nash, the dark blond man with the blue eyes, looked up and his expression darkened. Mine remained steely, as I had learned.

“What are you doing here?” Nash asked grimly and stood up. His sister tugged at his white shirt, but he paid her no attention. Instead, he approached me.

“Didn't you read the contract?” he asked, and his guys laughed out loud.

Extremely amusing.

“I could ask you the same thing. I'll take the liberty of saying that even if you wanted to, you couldn't kick us out of this territory.”

The club might belong to the Copelands, but they'd been stupid enough to have it built on the Blairs' land.

Nash looked at me tensely. His heart was beating faster than usual. Even faster than the day he'd gotten into a fight with the other Senseque.

“One more time: What are you doing here?” He looked annoyed, almost as if I had interfered with his plans, which felt like a triumph to me.

“In case you don't know, this is our VIP area,” I murmured calmly and held out my hand to Miles, who handed me a VIP card, which I held in front of Nash's face.

He took it from my hand and broke it in half.

“I'd say not anymore.”

His dirty grin made my muscles tense. My hands clenched into fists that I would gladly use to crush his skull right now.

“Nash! What are you doing? Let's go downstairs.” His sister stepped to his side. “We were going to dance anyway.”

“Did you hear that, Adrian?” Miles laughed behind me. “The dogs want todance.”

Even though I hated those mutts, I understood why the Copeland girl gave Miles a devastating stare.

“You should listen to your sister. She seems to understand how to play by the rules,” I said through clenched teeth, directed at Nash.