smiled at them and her hot face felt like it would break as they nodded.
“Call us when you get in.” Tamera hugged her tight.
“I will.” She squeezed Elena before leaving them both at the bar.
Zori made her way through the party-goers with her new mantra rolling over and over in her head: I will not cry in front of these humans.
Each step towards the exit brought her closer and closer to her first meltdown and it was going to be epic. The brisk night air made her shiver as she stepped outside clad only in her party dress, but she welcomed the chill. She drew in several deep breaths, ignoring the flirtatious comments of two males entering the club. The wind stung her eyes and the tears she refused to let fall as she walked down the sidewalk amongst energetic New Yorkers. All she could think about was the indifference written all over Greyson’s face before he went right past her like…like they didn’t even know one another, let alone burn up the sheets together.
I told him to leave me alone.
“Dammit!” She wanted to scream in frustration and pain. So, this was what it felt like to be rejected. Zori shivered, but not from the cold. She wanted to be numb as she pushed back the urge to shed her human form, soar into the sky and fly until the emptiness consuming her went away.
What was wrong with her?
How could she allow him to mess up her head like this?
And it was pretty messed up.
A wave of righteous anger warmed her blood as she walked faster down the street.
Thank you, Greyson.
His rude snub had given her the motivation she needed to get him out of her system and there was only one way to do it.
Filled with determination, she walked towards the house beat bumping through the doors of another dance club. The wild atmosphere matched her new mood. Tonight, she would find sexual satisfaction with a new male. She would take control. She would make him scream her name as she took her pleasure a hundred different ways. It would be easy to find an interested guy, but she was choosy. She moved through the gyrating bodies on the prowl.
Too short.
Too thin.
Too weird.
She almost laughed at that one. Who was she to call anyone weird?
She impatiently scanned for possible prospects when she spotted a tall male eyeballing her as he danced. He was attractive with the kind of physique she preferred.
Bingo.
She started towards him, keeping her eyes on his face as she crossed the dance floor. There were two lovely ladies dancing close on his body, but she wasn’t worried about the competition—in fact, she welcomed it. She could make out the colour of his green eyes in the dimly lit club as strobe lights swarmed over the heads of the dancers. A new song came on and Zori put a little more dip in her hips, walking in tandem to the rhythm of the music as her target watched. She made sure not to step into his personal space as she began to sway to the beat, her body emulating the sexual overtones in the song. His female companions glared at her, but she ignored them and continued to seduce her soon-to-be lover with her come-hither dance. She wasn’t surprised when he stepped away from the blonde and brunette who gaped after him.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Not terribly original, but it’ll do, Zori thought as she flashed him a winsome smile. “Thank you.” She grabbed his hand and led him away from his frustrated playmates to the centre of the floor.
As if on cue, a slower song came on. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around her attractive dance partner. She tried to relax as he pulled her close. He smelt nice, but his hands on her waist didn’t make her heartbeat faster. His body was hard, but not as big as—
Stop it!
She would get Greyson out of her mind.
“I’m Ty.” He lifted his head from her ear to smile down at her.
And I don’t give a damn.
Zori blinked, focusing on Ty’s face in the dim lighting. “Zori.” She moved closer to him, pressing her body against his in the age-old
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