His expression was an entertaining combination of disgusted and amused. “Well, where the f**k is she?” he asked, gun down at his side, at least, but I was willing to bet he could raise and shoot before I could do much about it. “Where is she, you piece of shit?” a familiar voice growled at me. My hands met the pavement a split second before the rest of me joined it, just saving me from some broken bones, I was sure.Ī big, hard body pressed against my back and cold metal dug into my temple. The breath whooshed out of me as something hard slammed into my back, taking me down to the ground. I was almost to my car when all hell broke loose. She had the staff in her pocket, and she’d sworn she’d only be five minutes. She disappeared inside, and I stood there for a moment, torn on whether I should follow her, just in case she ran into trouble. I shouldn’t have believed her, but I did. She held up a hand, fingers spread wide, backing away. “Listen, I forgot something important inside. She licked her lips, and focused on me, her entire demeanor suddenly changed. She started looking around, appearing suddenly paranoid in the extreme. “Let’s,” she agreed, but abruptly she stiffened, pulling away. “What an unpleasant young woman,” I said tersely, sending the girl’s back another glare. There’s always going to be a percentage of the population that has a problem with fun, that wants to put you down for having it.” Not everyone is ever going to love what you’re putting out there, especially when you’re having a good time. “Easy there, tiger,” she said, her tone amused, her eyes smiling up at me. Iris seemed oblivious to it, tilting her head back to watch me instead. She was looking directly at Iris, obviously speaking to her. “Nasty slut,” some perturbed girl with ink-black hair and goth makeup called out as a group of people passed. I pulled her into my chest, rubbing her arms. No way in hell was I going back in there.Īs though just realizing how cold it was herself, Iris shivered. It was only as I felt it that I realized I’d left my shirt behind, somewhere in that blasted rave. It wasn’t warm out, not freezing, but there was definitely a chill in the air. Her ripe br**sts fairly spilled from her top, the minuscule bottoms cupping her sweet ass like an invitation.