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hair. She smiled as she chatted with a cocky looking male. “She’s occupied.”
    “Yes, that’s the one. Go rescue her from the fool trying to pick her up.”
    “Why should I bother? If she falls prey to his advances, then she’s a fool too.”
    Frustration stole the patient tone from Lysander’s voice. “If she falls prey to his advances it is because he just put something in her drink.”
    Nicholas’s mouth hardened. He should have spotted that himself. Not only had Lysander found him dinner for the evening, he’d pointed out how rusty his skills had become.
    “Bon appétit.” Lysander patted him on the back and turned away.
    Ready for a little fun, Nicholas swooped up to the bar and bumped into the woman just as she as lifted the glass to her lips. It fell from her hand but no one heard it shatter over the loud music.
    “Sorry,” Nicholas shouted to the girl, and then turned his attention to the bartender intending to appear as if he was rushing to order a drink.
    “Jerk!” The dark-haired woman shrieked as she frantically tried to wipe the liquid off herself without stumbling on her heels.
    Half of the drink had landed on her too-short dress. He hadn’t intended that to happen, but at least to him, a dress was a minor casualty considering other things that might have been ruined for her this evening.
    “You got a problem?” The male next to her, a tall blond with a large gold cross around his neck, shouted at Nicholas.
    “It’s fine, Paul,” the dark haired woman huffed. “Just get me another drink.”
    The blond man, Paul, refused to listen to his… date. He crowded in close. “I said, you got a problem?” He shoved Nicholas but failed to budge him.
    Nicholas fought back a smile, noting the intriguing piece of jewelry round Paul’s neck. He’d seen something similar somewhere before, but he couldn’t quite recall at that moment. 
    The angry blond man glared at him as if waiting for some snappy comeback. Nothing ever changes. Give a man a drink and he’ll fight anyone. That made things easy. He’d have his dinner and be back home in no time.
    “You want to try that again?” Nicholas taunted. He knew it wouldn’t take much to egg the testosterone-ridden and alcohol-soaked man into a fight.
    “You’re gonna pay for my girl’s drink.” He rose to his full height in a vain attempt to intimidate Nicholas.
    A wasted attempt. But it made the game all that much more fun for Nicholas. “Why? Can’t afford to do it yourself?” He plastered a smile across his face, careful to keep his fangs hidden for the moment. “You want me to take her home and fuck her for you too?”
    “What?” It took a moment for the drunk to register the insult Nicholas had lobbed his way. But when he did, rage filled his dark brown eyes. “You’re dead, asshole!” He shoved Nicholas again, but failed to move him even an inch, which enraged him further.
    It was all Nicholas could do to hold back his laughter. The drunk’s choice of words was quite amusing. Dead. Right idea, wrong person. The urge to feed grew within him. His fangs practically tingled in anticipation. Not only was this Paul guy a complete ass, but he was also intending to do something nefarious with this innocent, albeit very angry-looking woman. The latter was something Nicholas simply couldn’t abide. He planned on taking great pleasure while ending Paul’s existence. But not before he had the chance to embarrass him further.
    “You want to take this outside?” Nicholas’s words came out calmly despite the beast within him nagging for the coppery-sweet elixir.
    “I’m about to fuck your world up, man.” Paul balled his fist. He puffed out his chest and closed the gap between them. He was so close Nicholas had to hold his breath to avoid his stomach turning from the acrid stench of his breath.
    He clenched his fist to help hold back the urge to snatch the man where he stood. “I wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself in front of