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citrus, with earthy undertones like red wine or truffles. I’d never tasted magic like this before.
    I felt a smile spread across my face … the music stuttered and then a Kesha song thumped though the speakers. I opened my eyes.
    Sienna laughed and pulled Rusty closer.
    I shifted my hips … testing the beat. My shoulders followed.
    The crowed shifted, stepped back and turned to face me almost in one motion, one moment.
    I lifted my arms slightly to the sides, filling the space around me as I let the beat of the music take control of my body. I twisted and pumped and swayed.
    And they approached … drawn to my magic as much as I wanted to taste their own.
    First a woman, her hair an unnatural shade of green as best as I could discern it underneath the dance floor lights. Her body was lithe and muscular. She flashed a smile and slipped in as close to me as she could without impeding my own movements. Her magic brushed against me and I immediately peeled off my silk jacket to expose my arms. Rusty took the jacket from me.
    I twisted around the woman, sliding across her body … not touching, never touching, just sipping. Her magic tasted of deep, dark chocolate, almost too bitter, sharp, and smoky with the slightest of berry finishes.
    Then there were more of them — a blond boy who towered over the rest of the dancers but looked barely old enough to be in the club, and a petite brunette with her bee-stung lips painted purple. They formed a tight circle around me, pushing Sienna and Rusty to one side. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt this many of the Adept in one place before, especially not here in Vancouver. It was a small community.  
    I’d run across a few more powerful witches — or even sorcerers who accessed their power through books or objects rather than the earth itself — in larger cities such as L.A., but I never engaged with them directly. I didn’t even know what kind of magic these three wielded, but it was nowhere near weak, and they were fantastic on the dance floor.
    We danced. And danced.
    The magic circled around us, spinning and kissing.
    I threw my head back and laughed. The dancers closest to me howled in response — the sound thrilling but terrifyingly inhuman — and pressed closer.
    Wolves. Werewolves, to be exact.
    A chill ran down my spine, cutting through the heat generated by the dance. Magical beings, not just magic users like Sienna, Rusty, and I. No wonder they tasted so strongly.
    Suddenly the wolves, all except the girl with the green hair, pulled back a step. A man moved into their circle.
    I looked at him. He looked at me.
    Then he smiled. An answering grin spread across my own face. He was a few inches taller than me, and dressed as I was in a tight T-shirt and jeans, his clothing a rather snug fit over his well-muscled frame. He was pushing past two hundred pounds, all of it muscle. His dark hair was cropped short, its styling effortless. He hadn’t bothered to shave in a couple of days.
    I flicked my hands up over my head in time with the beat, rocking my hips in his direction.
    He instantly closed the space between us. Brushing against me but not grabbing. His magic — even more potent that the others — slid across my skin. I almost shuddered with the divine feel of it. He tasted of expensive dark chocolate — fine and smooth, citrus middle notes, and a clean nose with no aftertaste.
    I opened my mouth just a little, and tilted my head toward his neck. I inhaled his clean scent. He laughed, his hands brushing over my hips, and did the same to me. The light touch of his breath was warm and welcoming, so different than the vampire’s icy touch.
    Another song had started, but I didn’t even notice the music other than keeping time with the beat. The wolves surrounded me, brushed against me, sharing magic. I should have been scared out of my mind. I wasn’t. I lost track of Sienna and Rusty. I felt teeth against my arms, which were stretched up, out, and