About twenty-five pairs of eyes met mine and I stared them all down. Some shifted their gazes away more quickly than others, but all went back to what they were doing, eventually. I glanced around the bar, taking in the scenery. It was old, a bit run down, but looked clean enough and though it looked small from outside, there was plenty of space inside. Some groups sat at tables that were scattered about, while others played pool in the back corner. A few couples danced in the center of the room. And each group had a mixture of shifters and humans. It was the shifters that stared the longest, their expressions saying they knew what I was and would be keeping an eye on me. “Charming,” I replied to Stone, as I turned to him. “Are they all regulars?” “Why do you ask?” I shrugged, “They’re looking at me like I have two heads.” Stone chuckled, as a man with dark, unkempt hair walked up from behind the bar.
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