King Hall (5 page)

I blinked, knowing full well that I had started trembling as comprehension dawned.

Oh. My. God!

No one in our tiny group moved or said a word, or even breathed, for a long moment.

Eventually, controlling the possibly explosive situation, I cleared my throat and handled it like a trooper, stating as honestly as I could, “I didn’t know my biological dad. He was out of my life before I was born.” That, and
bam
, he was now standing right in front of me. Dominic wasn’t an idiot, either. He was rigid against me, staring at King Venclaire much like I probably was. A little shocked, a lot awed, I really took in his features.

I had his blue eyes, really their shape, too, since mine were wide and slightly slanted like his. He had more red streaks in his hair than black. That was where I had inherited it, perhaps minus the black because of my nature. Although, he was tall, as my mom had been, so I was guessing the hybrid part made me smaller, the two combined sets of genes whacked.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” King Venclaire murmured, his head cocking as he glanced with a scowl at the closed door, but I could tell his words were heartfelt, even if he did appear distracted. The four of us shuffled to the side when King Fergus and Jack exited the building. We watched them begin to cross the lawn but, before the door swung shut, King Nelson called loudly and irritably for King Venclaire from deep inside the building. King Venclaire grabbed the door, holding it open. Glancing inside, he replied loudly, “I’m sure Ezra meant no offense, King Nelson. Just give me a moment and I’ll be back there.”

I memorized everything about my biological dad. His profile, his straight hair, the way he held himself with such dignity. No wonder Mom had gone after him. He would have been — hell, he still was — a prime catch. He peered back toward me and touched my forehead with a single finger.

Suddenly, I felt less scared. Less depressed. Joy and happiness filled me in small sips until I was no longer shaking and I was left feeling relaxed and content.

King Venclaire lowered his hand, stating quietly, “It really is a pleasure to have met you, Lily.” He stepped inside the building, the door shutting behind him. He was gone from view. Only his earth-shattering news remained, a whisper inside my soul.

Dominic rolled over, wrapping his arms around me. “What time is it?”

I squinted at the red numbers on our clock. “Seven o’clock.” I yawned, stretching against him. “Nap time’s over.” We were meeting Elly and his friends at Hell’s Gate for dancing tonight.

He groaned, nuzzling against my neck. “I don’t want to get out of bed.”

I didn’t want to, either. It was a rare occasion since school had started two months ago that we had time to merely lounge. We were always busy with classes, studying, or political crap. It was Saturday and we had spent our free day being bums and couch potatoes. It had been wonderful. And now we had to get up, since we had promised our friends dancing and our presence.

I swatted his drifting hand, using my tiny bit of Vampire speed to roll out of bed before he tried pulling me back.

“Not fair,” he grumbled, burrowing his dark head against his pillow. He opened one eye. Glared. “Let’s skip tonight.”

I laughed outright. The last time we had done that, we’d had at least eight angry Shifters pounding on our locked bedroom door in the middle of the night. His friends tended to get a bit testy if he didn’t follow through on what he said. “Not happening. Get up!” I yanked the covers off him and then squealed when he lunged at me. I twisted, diving into the bathroom, rolling and jumping to my feet. I had become more adept at not getting pummeled in the last two months, learning evasive moves to keep from completely dying on the mat every weekday.

I heard a wolf’s growl, and I growled right back.

He was still growling when we left for Hell’s Gate.

Once we arrived at the club we were both fine with being there, especially when we hit the dance floor. We hadn’t been there since the first night we officially met, and we hadn’t danced since, so both of us sober and dancing together was a new experience. A delectable one to be certain.

I stared into his eyes, the blue lights swirling above our heads, and I warmed inside as he pulled me closer. An excited shiver trickled outward from my spine as he ran his hands down my sides to my hips, where he gripped me firmly and trapped me against him. His eyes were slightly glowing and his breath was sweet on my lips as he bent toward me, nipping my lower lip, tugging.

Kissing him, I lost myself in the caress. He was mine. My mate.
All M-I-N-E.

His mouth curved against my lips and I realized that some of those thoughts had slipped through as he whispered, “And you’re mine.”

I grinned right along with him and we really started dancing.

Drinking from a bottle of water, I tried to cool down from our (at least) hour-long groove session. Dominic was still out there, dancing with the Shifters, but I needed a break. They tended to close in all at once; for the last half-hour I had been slammed between Dominic and a variety of Shifters, all of us uncannily moving as one unit. The closeness didn’t bother me, but being able to take a decent breath was essential, so here I was, taking a break.

Rolling my shoulders, I saw Pearl and Gideon dancing not too far away. I smiled to myself, seeing them gazing deep into each other’s eyes. They really were an adorable
couple. To top it off, Pearl was a pretty cool woman to hang with. She may appear the perfect, golden doll, but every so often I thought I glimpsed her playful side. That was still to be determined.

Guzzling the rest of my water, I set the empty on the bar and headed toward the restroom, not feeling any guilt at leaving Elly on the dance floor, where she was being
friendly
with another lion Shifter
.
A slow grin etched my features as I passed the door of the room where Dominic and I had first come together. In many ways.

Hmm.

I paused, then stepped backward, opening the door, and slipped inside. I wanted a quick look for memory’s sake while I was sober. Swiftly shutting the door, I turned around. I gasped. “Sorry!”
You are supposed to lock the freaking door if you are in here!

Ezra’s eyes slammed up to mine. He lay over a Vampire woman, both naked by the look of it. Luckily, there was a sheet covering their lower sections so I saw only their upper halves. Ezra’s pink tongue darted out, dabbing at the drop of blood on his bottom lip, even as the woman under him still groaned — and withered — from the lingering effects of his bite and whatever else he had been doing. Steadily and easily, he stated, “Get out.”

I jumped, nodding rapidly. “Right.” In a swift jerk, I grabbed the door handle, pointing at it with my other hand. “I’ll just lock this for you. You’re supposed to lock it so—”

“Lily, get out.” A bit of bite had entered his tone.

“Shit. Okay. Sorry,” I mumbled quickly, my gaze nowhere near them while I fumbled with the door handle until the lock clicked over. “There you go.” Sliding outside, I quickly slammed the door behind me.

Well…that hadn’t been awkward or anything.

Squaring my shoulders, I inhaled deeply and finished making my way to the restroom.

At least I had gotten to see the room. It was smaller than I remembered, but still pretty much the same except for the different couple occupying it. I suppressed a shiver knowing that I would have my ass handed to me on Monday. Mr. Bertrand thought it was hilarious keeping Ezra and I together as partners, though neither one of us shared his opinion. I always got my butt kicked, and Ezra never really got to spar, only teach. One month had turned into two, and two had turned into no end in sight until his graduation.

Done using the facilities, I wound my way back through the crowded, hot masses and eyed Jack standing next to the bar. He drank a mixed concoction of red and blue liquid with his head ducked down. I glanced toward the last location I had glimpsed Dominic and saw him, still content and dancing with the Shifters, so I veered toward the bar, tapping Jack’s shoulder. “Who you hiding from?” It had to be a woman. They had been all over him, just like they had Ezra, since the Prodigies had entered King Hall.

He grinned. Guilty. His blue hair dangling rakishly over one eye, Jack gestured to the right with his drink, not saying a word.

I squinted through the darkness.

Ah.
Two
Elementals. I wasn’t really surprised by this fact, but what did startle me was that one was a woman and the other a man. It was attention-grabbing and an interesting twist to the water Prodigy Elemental, but not entirely in my comfort zone of topics as I was definitely a more straight-laced woman. Some might call my delicate sensibilities prudish. They would probably be right.

I cleared my throat, peering away from the Elementals scouring the crowd. “You wanna dance? Get lost in the masses?” The easiest place to hide.

He downed his drink. “As long as Dominic doesn’t get mad.”

I snorted, taking his hand and yanking him onto the dance floor, maneuvering us through the crush. “Dominic trusts me just like I do him.” I pointed with my free hand to where Dominic was dancing with two Shifter women who were plastered all over him. “It’s a Shifter thing.”

He chuckled, watching. “Must be nice.”

“It’s not like that and you know it,” I retorted, turning to face him. The Shifters
needed
their alpha; touch was essential to the distraught. Jack still just stood there. “We gonna dance? Or watch everyone else have fun?”

Wary eyes flicked to Dominic. “You’re mated.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t dance and save your butt at the same time.” I made him dance with me. For half a song he moved stiffly, but finally got with it and loosened up when Dominic nodded to us. Trust. We had it.

At first, I thought Jack’s dancing style was…odd. That was putting it nicely. I blamed it on our cultural differences, a bopping skill I wasn’t accustomed to, but I quickly realized he kept ducking because the two Elementals hadn’t given up their chase. I laughed, breathless, four songs down, as I watched him duck for, like, the thirtieth time. “You’re a love ‘em, and leave ‘em, kind of guy, huh?”

He shrugged, moving his hips with mine. “I don’t want anything serious right now. I’m enjoying myself without attachments.” He ducked again, rolling his eyes. “Everyone I get involved with knows it, but some take it better than others.” He glanced over my head, tilting his chin up in greeting. “Hey, Ezra. Enjoy your time with Lana?” He grinned. “I’ve heard she has her talents.”

I felt heat against my back, and smelled a hint of what was possibly cigarette smoke, right before I was sandwiched between Jack and Ezra. I stiffened at first, but within a few moments’ time, the three of us were moving together to the hypnotic beat. Jack’s hands were still on my hips, and Ezra slid his around my waist to my stomach, holding me casually as he said, “Lana’s cool.” He paused. “Too talkative, though.”

I chuckled quietly. “Don’t say bad things about the woman you just screwed.” I tilted my head to the side, looking up at him. “It’s not polite.” I paused. “You should wait at least a few weeks, and never to anyone who would blab. Too many ears around here.”

His lips curved. “And here I thought it would be impolite to list her talents around you.”

I shook my head and looked back down. He was different.

The three of us grooved on the dance floor for another two songs, and soon we were surrounded by Elementals and Vampires, their heated bodies pressed against ours, vying to dance with the Prodigy hotties. I stayed in the masses, not feeling at all nervous or uncomfortable, but actually enjoying myself. It was probably my hybrid nature, but I didn’t get freaked when other Mystical factions were around me in large numbers.

You alright over there?
Dominic asked.

I’m having a blast
, I replied, meaning it.
But I am getting a little tired. How about you?

Seriously enjoying myself,
he answered
. Not tired at all.

Jack lifted me straight into the air, twirling and tossing me a foot away to Ezra, who caught me around the waist, lowering me in a fluid dip before I was quickly sandwiched again.

After this song, I think I’m gonna head home
, I added. I was a little breathless from all the twirling, jumping, and such. Plus, the rivaling Mystical women were totally throwing off body heat.
Can someone give you a ride if you don’t want to head out?

I’m sure someone can.
He paused.
You sure you don’t mind?

No.
I really didn’t.
I’m good, but don’t take too long.

He growled.
I may wake you when I get there.

Sounds good, my big, bad wolf.
Wiping sweat off my forehead, I continued dancing, glued between Ezra and Jack, but began to glance to the left and right.

Jack asked, “Looking for a way out?”

I laughed, caught, but seeing no breaks in the dancers around us. “Yeah, I’m getting tired,” another swipe of my forehead, “and hot. It’s time to call it a night.”

Jack’s expression turned woeful.

I guessed, “You came with those two, didn’t you?”

Sluggishly, he nodded. “Can you give me a ride?”

“And me?” Ezra asked instantly, bending to speak against my ear. “The jackass brought me here in their car.”

“I heard that,” Jack muttered absently.

I sighed. “As long as you two don’t mind riding in a truck, not a limo.” They didn’t actually ride in limos to school, but the implication was clear. My truck wasn’t a luxury vehicle.

Both quickly agreed, and then were making their own tunneling hole through the crowd, with me still stuck in the middle, swiftly and safely exiting into the outer area of the pulsating, crowded dance floor.

I breathed in fresh air as I lifted my hair off my neck, trying to get a breeze.

As we walked, Jack grinned. “Want me to wet you down?”

I glanced at my skin-tight red top. “I don’t think so, but thanks for nothing.”

Ezra held the door open as we exited the building.