Fetch Me the Girl
Colson POV The nightclub was already rebuilding itself by the time I walked back in. Which, honestly? Impressive. Also slightly terrifying. Tables were being replaced. Blood was being cleaned. Humans were being dragged out like garbage while vampires casually stepped over broken glass like it was part of the décor. Business as usual. I adjusted my coat as I stepped through the entrance, ignoring the stares. Because they were staring. Not the usual “oh look, Ezra’s favorite psycho” kind of staring. No. This was different. This was curiosity. Suspicion. Recognition. “Yeah, yeah,” I muttered under my breath. “Try not to look too impressed.” I made my way through the club, past the bar, past the dance floor, straight toward the private section. Two of Ezra’s men stepped in fro
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