Rhysand.
I stand behind the bar at my club and watch the dance floor. Two blondes are dancing together under the low, dim lights, wearing tight, skimpy dresses and grinding against each other with reckless abandon. Their hips sway in an off-tune beat and they’re well past tipsy, stumbling into each other and laughing their asses off.
“Come on, handsome. Join us,” they giggle.
A year ago, this scene would’ve pulled me in like a magnet. I’d flash a smile, pour them another round, and by closing time, both of them would sit in my car, heading back to the penthouse for a wild night.
But tonight, they look like a blur and I feel nothing but slight annoyance watching them.
“You girls ready to go?”
They shake their heads, giggling and winking. “Make us.”
I sigh. It’s nearly three a.m. I’m
