6
JAX
It was an hour before sunrise when the last inebriated vampire stumbled out of the club and I finally tracked down Elian again.
Damn it. Saint, not Elian. The witch was getting in my head—definitely not a good sign.
He was holding court on one of the velvet couches in the former choir loft that overlooked the club, the VIP lounge he’d designated for our more exclusive clientele.
Two lilac-haired fae women writhed in his lap, one kissing his neck, the other moaning softly as Saint dropped little black pills onto her tongue. Two demon cocktail servers lounged beside them, thoroughly engaged with each other.
Saint’s mouth shone red with blood from a fresh feed, though I had no idea who’d offered up the vein this time. Fae blood was the most exquisite in terms of taste, but it didn
