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    He tugs me to an empty booth, ordering me to sit down, which I refuse until I feel like sitting. “I’ll be back. Getting drinks,” he yells, which further proves my point that I shouldn’t have been able to hear him over this racket.
    So he did do something to me….
    I start to reach for his hand again, but he’s already turning back, like he already knows what I was thinking. “I know, I know, water for you.”
    I don’t know what exactly made him get the notion to go clubbing tonight and drag me along. At least it’s Friday and I have all weekend to do my homework. Leaning back in the soft leather seat, I quickly text my mom, letting her know where I am so she won’t worry. Too much, I mean.
    I let her meet Devin once he stopped testing me. We had dinner at my house, and my mom talked to him…but once we were alone in the kitchen, she informed me he’s a nice boy but he’s hiding something. In other words, she’s going to watch him like a hawk whenever I bring him around.
    Sighing, I decide to people watch; nothing better to do while waiting for my source of entertainment to join me once again. Viewing the room, it takes me a moment to realize some of the guys are ogling me.
    Once I meet their eyes, feeling myself blush then I quickly glance away, not really knowing how to feel about this. They’re probably only gawking because I’m not dressed like everyone else. I’m actually wearing some clothes that cover. Which would be plain jeans and a T-shirt that just so happen to be glowing right now…then I glance down at myself.
    Apparently the shirt I’m wearing is really thin and my neon-green bra is glowing through it. Lovely, I’m a freakin’ glow stick. Quickly snatching the jacket closer around me, I roll my eyes at myself.
    Popping my neck—which tends to freak even my football-playing friends out—I glare back to the people who’re watching me. I let loose, meaning my eyes are glowing brilliant silver with a pink ring around the irises. The gawkers quickly take special interest in their drinks and probably decide maybe they’ve had too much.
    Not really, they stare even more.
    “Well kiss a duck’s red ass—” I murmur under my breath, but someone slides into the other side of the booth. “Can I help you?”
    “Hope you didn’t mind,” the guy babbles. “I’m new around here and feeling slightly out of place.”
    “You’re not the only one,” I grumble.
    “What was that?” He eagerly leans forward. How he heard me over the music is a mystery.
    “Nothing.” I force a smile. “So, where’re you from?”
    “Florida.” He takes a swig of his beer.
    I grimace. Enjoying your horse piss?
    “You from around here?” He leans even closer to where we’re practically nose to nose.
    No, love, I’m from a region where we know personal space! Accompanied by how to brush and floss.
    “I’m sorry?” I try to look less pained than I feel.
    Clearing his throat, he glances around to where I’m assuming his friends are and then looks back at me, “Are you from around here?”
    Should I tell, should I not tell? If I mention it, it could bring up some issues but I’ve never been a fan of lying…. “Yeah, kinda.” I finally reply.
    “Kinda?” He laughs.
    “I’m from Westera,” I force out with really false innocence. “A small town on the mountain.”
    “On the mountain?” He frowns. “Oh, yeah, I think I’ve heard of the place. Although, I don’t really know much, maybe you could clear some things up for me?”
    “How so?”
    “There’s been some talk at my work about Westera. Have you heard any of the rumors?” When I just raise my eyebrow he goes on. “I’ve heard something about animal sacrifices. Um….” He fidgets with his watch. “Devil Worship. I think I’ve even heard of someone flying on a broomstick on Halloween. Have you heard about them?”
    “Of course, who hasn’t?” I have to yell to be heard when the music gets louder.
    “Oh, I know