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He’s certainly interesting, Ronix thought as a smile graced his face. Taking the water gladly, he was only able to take a few sips before the lights went out.

The female on the balcony had gained his attention, his and everyone else’s in the room.

"Welcome pigs and sluts!" the woman said, raising her arms, "To your first ever experience of nightmares coming true!"

Ronix glared, his tail giving a light flicker of annoyance. Just who was this commoner to address him as a pig or slut? Not that she was just addressing him. His eyes scanned the crowd, looking for any indication of what team this girl might have belonged to. As she talked, it seemed that everyone was just as cautious as the man next to him. Slowly, the glass was set on the table, his ears pricking to the word that escaped Patrick’s lips.

There was no need to say anything, even now all the hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end. Something wasn’t right, not at all. As the woman addressed the White Court, a small hiss escaped his lips. Not because he believed she belonged to them, oh no, he knew better. Like him, the White Courts held a bit of elegance as to whom they chose to blood, and this girl didn’t fit the profile at all.

"We should get out now while we still can,"

The poor boy barely had time to react as he was drug from the club and through the back doors. For some reason, when Patrick touched him, he could feel the heat of a blush grace his cheeks. Trying to rid himself of the feeling, he stopped when Patrick took hold of his hand. Watching the girl run past, the boy took this moment of rest to try and smooth out his hair (and his nerves).
“It’s girls like that,” He started, making the attempt untangle the leash that had been dragging behind him in their fit to get out. “That makes everyone so bloody scared all the time.”