It looked like John and Qhuinn were going into the back with Gina. Unless, of course, there happened to be another two guys just like them, one of whom had a tat in the Old Language on the back of his neck and another who had shoulders as big as Rehv’s. But that absolutely was Gina in her red-don’t-mean-stop dress. Trez’s voice came through Xhex’s earpiece. “Rehv is here and we’re waiting for you.” Yeah, well, they were going to wait a little longer. Xhex turned around and headed back for the velvet rope-at least until her path got blocked by a guy wearing wannabe Prada. “Hey, baby, where you going so fast.” Dumb move on his part. The coked-up piece of Euro-irrelevance picked the wrong female to step in front of. “Get out of my way before I move you.” “What’s the matter?” He reached out for her hip. “Can’t handle a real man-Ow.” Xhex turned the guy’s grope into a knuckle-crusher, twisting his hand in her fist until his arm flamingoed on him. “Right,”
