So many whispers in the shadows. She just had to come and see what they were all about. A nightclub, it’s owner who was…none of the whispers ever said what, they always faded just before the words could be formed. Leaving Shadovv in the care of Faelan for the night, the Dark Queen with her human glamour set in place, wandered to the new club, her silver eyes anxious to see what it was her shadows had.
As soon as she arrived, Izra blended in with the clubgoers around her. She danced, she laughed, she flirted, she drank. Giggling as she twirled, she decided she would have to return. Perhaps she could drag her Little Wolf with her. The happy feelings faded as soon as she felt a hand on her arm, the pressure enough to bruise her skin if she were truly human. Feigning innocence, confusion, she blinked up at the man who gripped at her, a grin threatening to break out on her pink lips. There he was! “Did I do something wrong?” She asked softly, her voice barely audible with the music. He was angry. Could he see her true self as she had his? If that were the case…then her night was about to become all the more interesting.
Another night in his club, this one hardly differing from the last. At least, until something set his teeth on edge and made itself known by scratching long fingernails against an unseen chalkboard. Leo ignored the sensations in favor of continuing the business transaction he was in the midst of. Finally, he stood with a smile and took the offered hand, bowing to the woman in front of him before guiding them through the hidden archway and outside.
As soon as they were gone, his dark eyes snapped back the building and he reentered the establishment again. Standing in the shadows of second level, his gaze slowly surveying the writhing crowd of revelers. Something was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Long digits idly unbuttoned his dark suit jacket, the sound of his boots on stone drowned out by the rolling waves of music and sounds of abandon. He slipped through the people like a ghost, his inner eyes searching for the source of his irritation. And he found it in due time. Bodies weaved around him, each riding the music in a different way, but he ignored the overly perfumed, sweaty forms, the woman taking his attention. Indeed, her outer form was beautiful, but illusions were his specialty. Without his permission, his body moved forward, his hand wrapping around her slim arm before he knew it. Her hair, like a ravens wing, and her eyes, an unfathomable pit of uncertain stars, were the only beautiful things about her true form. Fae. Even if he didn’t want her here, he could do nothing and it was against his word to touch someone who had not harmed anyone in his establishment.
A vaguely amused smile pulled at the corner of his lips, his grip carefully loosening and shifting down to grasp her hand gently and lift it. “Pardon me, love, I seem to have mistaken you for another. A true wonder as you are singularly breathtaking. My apologies.” No lie passed from his lips. She was indeed breathtaking but not in the way his words whispered. Holding her gaze, he inclined his head, left a brief kiss upon her cold skin, and then disappeared into the crowd. The hallways were nearly deserted—most patrons on the dance floor or in their purchased rooms—giving him the comfort to walk alone in his musings. The Fae’s presence unsettled him for they were mean creatures, but his vow held true so he left the scene behind.
