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I blinked and let the new magic within me work to pull away the glamours. The demons’ true forms materialized, and some of the shadows that had been glamoured cleared, revealing more than I’d bargained for.
Nightworlders—mostly demons—and humans ground together on a small dance floor to the right of a long bar. Hands disappeared beneath dresses, and clothes were tossed aside.
They were definitely doing more than dancing.
I trekked by the gyrating bodies only to get hit with even more debauchery. People writhed on couches, pops of naked flesh everywhere, and moans echoed above the music. Heat poured over my skin as I tried not to look directly at the groups of nightworlders and humans partaking in some very lewd and lascivious acts. The humans had no idea they were getting it on with demons, fae, vampires, and witches. Shifters generally stayed away from Rapture. At least, that was what I’d heard.
Living in some shitty situations, I’d witnessed plenty of people going at it, but not quite to this extent.Fucking hell. Was this the type of shit Lord Ruin Bacchus liked? Did he invite a harem of men and women into his bedroom to get down and dirty?
I shook off the image of Lord Ruin bending some chick over his bed and trekked by the squirming bodies, queasiness descending over me. If Hawk was in this part of the room, had Kourtney been telling the truth? Was he hooking up with some random girl?
I stumbled past a settee where a human gave a male demon a lap dance while he drew out tiny sips of her soul. Something caught on my boot, and I slipped, grabbing the back of a couch as a pair of lacy thongs stuck to my shoe.
Disgusting.
I kicked the flimsy material off and lifted my head, finding a familiar pair of brown eyes, but they were glazed over and pupils blown out. An overturned silver vial rested on the glass table near the couch he sat on.
Hawk had taken Rapture.
And not only that, but some slut straddled his lap while he gripped her bare ass, pulling her dress higher.
My stomach roiled as she moved up and down, his hips tilting to meet hers while her fingers dug into his shoulders. Hawk’s head angled back, his mouth opening as he moaned in pleasure.
The bastard was having sex with some chick when he’d had his hands all over me less than thirty minutes ago, hinting at plans for us in his room.
Bile oozed up my throat, but like a horrible car accident, I couldn’t break away. The woman’s raven hair swished as she arched her back, her breathy groans traveling over the music.
Hawk found me in the room, and he continued screwing the girl for several torturous moments until the drug-induced haze cleared enough for him to recognize me. A string of curses spilled out of his mouth, and the girl riding him glanced over her shoulder to find out what had distracted him.
An invisible sledgehammer rammed into my sternum, and I stumbled back as if something had physically struck me. Roxie stared at me from Hawk’s lap without an ounce of remorse or guilt.
A wave of betrayal crashed over me, drowning out the music and depraved sounds. My vision darkened around the edges, growing insanely sharp and focused on the only two people I considered my friends.
Clearly, I wasn’t shit to them.
Roxie had been the one to push me into making a move on Hawk tonight. Had it all been some joke, some sick game? And was Hawk such a manwhore that he had no problem boning her while I waited outside in the club? Would he have taken me to his room tonight and screwed me had I not caught them?
The music crashed back into my head, rattling my brain and piercing my eardrums. I spun, ignoring Hawk’s protests, and shoved my way out of that disgusting room. The strobe lights of the main club hit me in a dizzying whirlwind, and I stumbled into a tall table, knocking over cocktails in martini glasses. The three girls at the table scowled—until they sensed something in me that had them piping down.
My limbs shook as I pushed through the masses, determined to escape this nightmare Hawk and Roxie tricked me into.
When I finally made it out of the back door, I crashed against the rough brick wall in the deserted backstreet, my palm digging into the surface as I dry heaved.
How could I be such a fucking idiot? I’d kept most people at a distance my entire life, but I’d let Hawk in. I’d given him tiny glimpses of my broken soul. And this was what I got for it—betrayed and made a fool of.
The alley blurred as hot tears brimmed over, and I dragged my hand down my face, cursing. I would not cry for that asshole. I was stronger than that. I’d been through a hell of a lot worse than this, and I wouldn’t let it break me.
I stomped through the alley, dodging a crushed beer can and a plastic soda bottle. Paper trash skirted the wall, and a few pieces floated down the cobblestones in the wind. Silvery gazes popped in the shadows from a few lurking critters. Probably cats. Or rats.
My fingers curled into fists. I’d love to run into a sub-demon. The knife in my boot taunted me to whip it out and use it on any nightworlder who crossed my path. Fuck the accords.
But Coltrane would kick me out.
Giant claws tore gashes in my heart. The places Hawk’s lips and his hands had been pulsated, and I raked my nails over my arms. His lingering touch made me feel dirty. I wanted a scolding hot shower to burn away the memory of him.
As I stormed out of the alley and onto a main road, hot air mixed with the moisture drifting off the river, and the humidity made me sticky. The night sky stretched beyond the tall buildings, faint stars popping within the blackness despite the city lights.
I’d been such a fool these last two years, pining over Hawk Brycen like a love-struck schoolgirl. What happened to the tough chick who’d rather break a guy’s jaw than let one control anything, even her emotions?
