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Alec was waiting when Diana pulled to the back of the club. From the front, it looked like every other night spot, except it didn’t display its name for obvious reasons. It had the requisite line of young and nubile people waiting to be let in. The plain vanilla humans always had to wait unless they came with a Supernatural. Most of those didn’t know about the true nature of the other patrons.
He rushed to help Diana off the bike. Noting his eagerness, Diana lifted a brow. “Were you that unsure I’d show up?”
“I want to apologize about earlier. About using the term ‘bloodslut’,” he began, and she recognized the signs of a rehearsed speech. “I’ve often wished attitudes were different among my kind with regard to our blood donors. I hate it when they say that word, but they do so regula
