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tonight. What was up?"
I pulled on my jeans. "That obvious?"
"Dude." He arched a brow. "Totally not like you."
"It happens to everyone." I shrugged like it was no big deal.
"Yeah, but not you ."
"I'm made of flesh, blood, and fur just like the rest of you." I pulled my shirt on and found some socks and shoes. Only a couple more outfits remained. I'd have to restock soon.
"If you say so."
A few more guys came over and threw their clothes on. We all headed inside. Music greeted us from the nightly live band as soon as the door opened. Lively conversation buzzed around from all directions and I could smell a wide variety of creatures, as usual.
Some of our pack were already seated, so we joined them. Jet grabbed a seat from another table. A siren in a fedora glared at him, but didn't say anything.
The waitress came over and took our orders. Each of us ordered strong drinks—they tended to help us ease back into being human.
I laughed and joked with everyone, but my mind was back at the large building Victoria had been dancing in with the cat. I needed to find out everything I could about both the shifters and their club.
There had never been a jaguar here at the Faeble as far as I knew, so if I couldn't find anything out from Victoria, I was going to have to get creative.
Either way, I would get to the bottom of all this no matter the cost. Nothing else mattered.
Chapter 9
Victoria
My favorite song interrupted a deep sleep. I groaned, hoping it would stop.
It didn't.
"Would you turn that off?" Sasha asked. "I've got another hour to sleep."
I reached for my nightstand, with my eyes still closed, and found my phone. The music grew louder as I brought it closer. I found the snooze button and jammed the phone under my pillow.
A moment later—or at least that was how it felt—the song played again.
"Guess I better get up," I mumbled. The last thing I needed was to be late for class on my first day of college. I was setting the stage for my entire college career. No pressure.
I opened my eyes and turned off my alarm.
"What were you doing out so late?" Sasha mumbled. "I heard you come in at, like, two or something."
"I lost track of time." I yawned and stared at my pillow, wishing I could flop back onto it for another five or six hours.
"Dancing with Carter again?"
"Yeah. It's so much fun at the Jag."
"Did you get pictures this time?" she asked.
"Sorry, I forgot again."
"Some friend you are."
"Didn't you want more sleep?"
"Yep." She flipped over and pulled the blankets over her head. "You're the one who wanted a ten o'clock class."
"It sounded good at the time."
"Live and learn."
She was right. I'd just have to make sure I got to bed at a decent hour in the future. Maybe dancing with Carter would have to be a weekends-only thing. We could still do dinner other nights.
I forced myself out of bed and stared at my clothes. They all seemed so boring after wearing formal dresses the previous two nights. "Thanks again for letting me borrow your dress last night."
Sasha mumbled something.
I picked a gray tank top with splotches of pink and some cute denim cutoffs and headed for the shower. The hot water soothed my bones. The ache lingered, but the harsh pains seemed to have disappeared.
When I got out of the bathroom, Sasha was in her bed, texting. She glanced up and nodded with approval. "Cute. I see you did your eyeliner like I showed you."
"Yeah, I like how it makes my eyes catlike."
"Definitely suits you, girl. Good luck today."
"You, too." I grabbed my already packed backpack and my purse. It was kind of awkward with both. I'd need to figure something else out.
Sasha's forehead wrinkled. "A backpack? Really? What is this—the third grade?"
I frowned. "I saw plenty of people with those at orientation."
"And how many of them are dating Carter Jag?"
"Who said we're exclusive?"
"Two nights in a row and plans for studying this afternoon? I'd call that serious."
"We'll see. I gotta
I pulled on my jeans. "That obvious?"
"Dude." He arched a brow. "Totally not like you."
"It happens to everyone." I shrugged like it was no big deal.
"Yeah, but not you ."
"I'm made of flesh, blood, and fur just like the rest of you." I pulled my shirt on and found some socks and shoes. Only a couple more outfits remained. I'd have to restock soon.
"If you say so."
A few more guys came over and threw their clothes on. We all headed inside. Music greeted us from the nightly live band as soon as the door opened. Lively conversation buzzed around from all directions and I could smell a wide variety of creatures, as usual.
Some of our pack were already seated, so we joined them. Jet grabbed a seat from another table. A siren in a fedora glared at him, but didn't say anything.
The waitress came over and took our orders. Each of us ordered strong drinks—they tended to help us ease back into being human.
I laughed and joked with everyone, but my mind was back at the large building Victoria had been dancing in with the cat. I needed to find out everything I could about both the shifters and their club.
There had never been a jaguar here at the Faeble as far as I knew, so if I couldn't find anything out from Victoria, I was going to have to get creative.
Either way, I would get to the bottom of all this no matter the cost. Nothing else mattered.
Chapter 9
Victoria
My favorite song interrupted a deep sleep. I groaned, hoping it would stop.
It didn't.
"Would you turn that off?" Sasha asked. "I've got another hour to sleep."
I reached for my nightstand, with my eyes still closed, and found my phone. The music grew louder as I brought it closer. I found the snooze button and jammed the phone under my pillow.
A moment later—or at least that was how it felt—the song played again.
"Guess I better get up," I mumbled. The last thing I needed was to be late for class on my first day of college. I was setting the stage for my entire college career. No pressure.
I opened my eyes and turned off my alarm.
"What were you doing out so late?" Sasha mumbled. "I heard you come in at, like, two or something."
"I lost track of time." I yawned and stared at my pillow, wishing I could flop back onto it for another five or six hours.
"Dancing with Carter again?"
"Yeah. It's so much fun at the Jag."
"Did you get pictures this time?" she asked.
"Sorry, I forgot again."
"Some friend you are."
"Didn't you want more sleep?"
"Yep." She flipped over and pulled the blankets over her head. "You're the one who wanted a ten o'clock class."
"It sounded good at the time."
"Live and learn."
She was right. I'd just have to make sure I got to bed at a decent hour in the future. Maybe dancing with Carter would have to be a weekends-only thing. We could still do dinner other nights.
I forced myself out of bed and stared at my clothes. They all seemed so boring after wearing formal dresses the previous two nights. "Thanks again for letting me borrow your dress last night."
Sasha mumbled something.
I picked a gray tank top with splotches of pink and some cute denim cutoffs and headed for the shower. The hot water soothed my bones. The ache lingered, but the harsh pains seemed to have disappeared.
When I got out of the bathroom, Sasha was in her bed, texting. She glanced up and nodded with approval. "Cute. I see you did your eyeliner like I showed you."
"Yeah, I like how it makes my eyes catlike."
"Definitely suits you, girl. Good luck today."
"You, too." I grabbed my already packed backpack and my purse. It was kind of awkward with both. I'd need to figure something else out.
Sasha's forehead wrinkled. "A backpack? Really? What is this—the third grade?"
I frowned. "I saw plenty of people with those at orientation."
"And how many of them are dating Carter Jag?"
"Who said we're exclusive?"
"Two nights in a row and plans for studying this afternoon? I'd call that serious."
"We'll see. I gotta
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