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force with a little blood thrown in for good measure. Something I admit I enjoyed entirely too much. Just thinking about handing out a well-deserved ass kicking made my pulse race.
    “Don't let the pretty clothes and the smile fool you.” I let the blood thirst creep into my voice as I strolled around her. “It's really not my style, fighting like a couple of classless backstage groupies.” I stopped, strategizing how far I could lodge my foot up her skinny ass. “But I'm not opposed to finally having a reason to kick your ass. If you want to take it there, then let's go. If not, step out of my way. I have to get ready to cheer on my man.”
    Her strange, dark eyes filled with suspicion as she actually spit on the floor. My eyes widened with disgust. Who the hell does shit like that? You could take the girl off the streets, but not the street out of the girl, and Kaydee was a straight-up street urchin.
    She flashed her perfectly bleached teeth. “Not as soft as I thought you were.” She wrinkled her nose. “I wonder if Knox knows that his pretty little trophy girlfriend is a street fighter?”
    I shook my head with disbelief. She was truly a piece of work. I saw the way she bullied Knox’s groupies. It bordered on straight-up abuse. No, Kaydee was dangerous. A woman who grew up on the streets like Knox, she was used to doing anything and everything to get what she wanted. Unfortunately, I grew up around a lot of women like her. Most of them witches who were rotten to the core and had no qualms about using their body, beauty, and powers to manipulate people around them like pawns on a chessboard. And that's what Kaydee was, a master manipulator.
    She flicked the strands of my hair with a taunting glare. Swatting her hand away, I snapped, “Stop stomping those man-sized feet encased in cheap-ass shoes and get to the fucking point, Kaydee.”
    She smiled at me with eyes saturated with pure hatred. “It won't last.”
    I didn't try to act coy about what it was. “It? Believe me, my relationship with Knox will last as long as I want it to. And neither you nor Liam have the balls to chase me away. Trust me on this.” I stepped in her face, trying not to gag when I smelled a sweet, sickly scent wafting around her. A scent that was eerily haunting and clingy. “When will you finally get it through your bleached-blond head that Knox belongs to me and I won't go away just because you still want him? He—doesn’t—want—you. So stop being so pathetic because I'm not letting him go without a fight.”
    Kaydee's face flushed with anger. The air was so thick with rage and tension I could almost taste it like a bitter pill. “You are not one of us, Stormy. And we only stick to our kind.”
    My eyebrows rose. “Kind? Are you serious? What does that even mean?”
    She sneered. “You have no idea what and who you're messing with, rich girl.”
    My stare-down was unwavering. “Exactly what type of prescription drugs are you on? Because you sound totally deranged.”
    She just stared at me silently. Frankly, it was unnerving. “There’s something about you that doesn't make sense, but I can’t put my finger on what it is,” she spat.
    Seriously? Kaydee was mentally warped and I had enough of the cat-and-mouse game. “Okay, so are we done here?”
    “For now,” she responded before pushing past me wildly.
    I shook my head with disbelief. “Truly insane,” I mumbled under my breath, marching from backstage and immersing myself into the throng of drunk, gyrating bodies. One of them was Light, at the bar as usual, holding court to an entourage of men circling her like sharks as the boom of the music filled the club.
    I walked behind her, flicking her hair. “I'm here. Now the party can begin,” I said, giving her a wink. The sharks stopped mid-swim, focusing on me with interest. I gave them a cold smile. “Not going to happen.” I waved at them. “Bye now.” Leaning over, I smiled at the bartender, screaming over