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“Sure.”
He disappeared out another door and returned a few minutes later with two cocktails, handing me the pale orange one in a short tumbler glass. “It’s some kind of lemonade concoction.” He winked because he knew my love for lemonade started after Fane bit me. “I told them to add a couple splashes of hot sauce.”
“As long as they didn’t add a few splashes of Rapture, I’m good.” I tipped it to my lips and took a sip. “Not bad.”
Logan frowned. “I’d never let anyone hurt you like that. Not on my watch, roomie.”
I stared at him over the rim of my glass as he sipped his pink and blue cocktail. “What did Fane trade me for?”
The high demon stopped swaying to the music and gave a pointed look. “I can’t, pretty girl. Not my secret to tell.”
A growl vibrated my throat, and I marched to a high table in the corner, placing my drink down. “Don’t you think I deserve to know?”
Logan groaned as he followed me, leaning his hip against the table's edge. “Youshouldknow, but Fane’s the one that needs to tell you.” The rainbow lights bouncing from the rafters changed the color of his irises as he pleaded for my understanding. “Fane is my best friend. I can’t break my word to him. I just can’t.”
He had to be the most loyal nightworlder I’d ever met, including shifters who were notoriously devoted to their packs. Did Logan and Ruin share the same kind of relationship, or was Fane in a category all his own?
Probably the latter. Fane Maverick was an anomaly in a million different ways.
I held my thumb and index finger together. “What about just a little hint?”
The high demon gave a wry smile. “You’re a tough cookie, Tate.” He rubbed his jaw, his lips puckering. “I can only tell you it’s nothing like what you think.”
I scoffed. “That’s it? That’s your hint?”
“Yep.” He downed the rest of his drink and then grabbed my hand. “Let’s dance. I can’t sit still.”
He reminded me of a little kid that ate too much candy.
“I don’t want to dance.” I kept my boots firmly planted on the ground.
Logan pouted. “Why not? I bet you’re good at it.”
“Just not really in the mood. But you should go down there and have some fun.”
“I understand.” He leaned toward me and winked. “Fane is the jealous type, and he got mad when he caught us sparring. He would definitely threaten to rip my balls off if he saw me grinding against you on the dance floor.”
I flipped him off. “Fane can go to hell for all I care.”
A voice inside my head laughed and called me a liar.
“I’ll go down there for two songs and be back.” Logan pressed a kiss to my cheek. “It’s okay to care about him. Even though he won’t admit it, he needs you. I promise.”
Logan pulled away and slipped out the door before I could question his cryptic words. Fane needed me? For what?
I shook off Logan’s words and sipped my drink, savoring the tart, spicy flavor while trying to banish the image of Fane from my mind, an impossible feat. That bastard had a hold on me, and I wasn’t sure if he’d ever let go.
Did I want him to?
My fingers toyed with the stone dangling on the end of the necklace. Of course I wanted him to let go. In fact, I’d love it if I never saw his stupid, ridiculously sexy face ever again.
Liar!
I needed mental help. Or maybe a vaccine to ward against Fane’s influence.
What was wrong with me? I hadn’t been out of Ruin’s house in weeks, and I was spending it thinking about that damn demon shifter instead of enjoying myself. I grabbed my drink and inched toward the balcony overlooking the dance floor, the same balcony Fane had leaned against while watching me dance with Hawk.
The demon shifter’s tattooed fingers had wrapped around the railing while those mismatched irises burned into me, making my body ache for him when I had no idea who or what he was.
