Niklaus glanced at Rebekah; his expression was unreadable. "She is my fated mate. If you hadn't left three years ago, maybe you would have stood a chance."
Rebekah went silent. She knew his limits; she didn't dare to push further.
Niklaus felt a wave of boredom hit him. He tapped the steering wheel with restless fingers. "Get out of the car."
"Niklaus, I--"
He turned to her. In the shadows of the night, his eyes were like frozen voids. They were cold enough to turn blood to ice.
"Rebekah, you know I'm short on patience. Don't make me say it again."
Twenty minutes later, Niklaus reached Sultry. He watched from the shadows as several male hosts walked into Freya's private booth. Inside him, Flex went wild.
Through the half-open door, he caught a glimpse of her face. Sh
