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“No,” Theo laughed.

“So, you’re bitter?”

“Ouch! Next question?”

Verity smirked, unconvinced there wasn’t more to the story. “Fine. What about the club?”

“What club?” Theo asked, eyes back on her hand.

“I don’t know, might not be anything.”

Theo shrugged but there was a set to his brow that didn’t fully convince her.

“Theo?” Verity probed, and he looked back up. Was that the first time she had spoken his name to him?

He searched her face for a second before asking, “it was mentioned at the meeting?”

“Yeah.”

He shifted in his chair. “Well… there are some clubs that humans and vampires can go to.”

“Can’t humans and vampires go to most clubs?” Verity asked.

“Yes, but it’s… different.”

“How?”

“It just is, Verity. If you ever get invited, don’t go,” he said.

“Why not?”

“It’s complicated. Just, please Verity, promise me you won’t go,” he begged.

If it had been anyone else, Verity would have stared them down, but she knew she wouldn’t win a staring contest. So instead, she said, “Fine.”

“Promise?”

“Gods, Theo. I promise.”

He nodded, brow easing. “Ready?” he asked, raising her wrist to his mouth.

No sooner had she nodded than he sank his fangs into the sensitive skin. She looked away wincing at the pain, and the flush of need that coursed through her as he began sucking.

This time, however, it was a little easier to distract herself.

Mike? Not her fault.

Vivienne? Theo’s career rival.

The club? Well, that she needed to know more about. A lot more.

Luckily the only thing she promised was not accepting invitations. Theo said nothing about turning up uninvited.

Chapter Six

People thought spying meant hiding; Verity had never found that to be true. The best surveillance happened in plain sight.

That’s why she sat with a book inside the coffee shop instead of skulking in the street. Hair down rather than up. Blazer instead of cardigan. Minor changes, but enough.