Oh, not his official ‘day job’ clubs. The gentlemen’s clubs where the alcohol was almost as old as she was and discreet encounters in one of the upstairs rooms could be arranged with a quick nod of the head. Places that reeked of class, with the wood paneling to match. This place reeked all right, but not of class. Instead it reeked of desperation and blood. Of tears and pain, hopelessness and despair. And there was no getting out. Poured into a dress that exposed far too much of everything for her liking, and heels that would break her ankles before the night was out, Chase staggered, and bumped into Rat. He wrapped an arm around her, saving her from falling gracelessly to the floor and she couldn’t help but shoot him a grateful look. He smiled back, and, as if on instinct, his hand swept down her back, lingering in the curve of her waist. She stiffened but then her body took over, the love potion Sellers had fed to them both over-ruling her need to get away from a man not her mate.
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