"I'm not in the mood to run." The building began to rock-or it appeared to-with Sabine's anger.
"When are you ever? But we have to."
Though Sabine and Lanthe were nearly as fast as the fey and were notoriously dirty fighters, the Vrekeners' sheer numbers were unstoppable. And the sisters possessed no battle sorcery.
Lanthe's gaze swept over the room, searching for escape. "They'll catch us even if you make us invisible."
With a flick of her hand, Sabine wove an illusion. Suddenly she and Lanthe both looked like patients. "We'll create a stampede of humans and run out into the night with them."
Lanthe shook her head. "The Vrekeners will scent us."
Sabine blinked at her. "Lanthe, have you not smelled my humans?"
1
Present day
The Tongue and Groove Strip Club, Southern Louisiana
A lap dance for the sexy demon?"
With a firm shake of his head, Rydstrom Woede turned down the half-clad female.
"With a lap like yours, I'll make myself at home," another told him. "For free." She cupped one of her breasts upward and dipped her tongue to her nipple.
That got him to raise an eyebrow, but still he said, "Not interested."
This was one of the low points of his life, surrounded by strippers in a neon-lit Lore club. He was on edge in this ridiculous place, feeling like the worst hypocrite. If his ne'er-do-well brother found out where he'd been, he would never hear the end of it.
But Rydstrom's contact had insisted on meeting here.
When a pretty nymph sidled up behind him to mas-
sage his shoulders, he picked up her hands and faced her. "I said no."
The females here left him cold, which confounded him-since he needed a woman beneath him so badly. His eyes must have darkened, because the nymph quickly backed away. About to lose my temper with a nymph? Getting angered at one of her kind for touching him was like scolding a dog for tail wagging at the sight