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pulls me away, before I can say anything. I stumble, as I hurry to keep up with him. What’s with him? I wanted to get more information from Paden and Maverick. I want more of my memories back.
    The scents coming from the kitchen make my stomach growl with need. A few people stare at us. It must be a weird sight . . .  a group of teenage boys and girl stumbling out of a back room, when none of them saw us come inside. I pull the blazer tighter around me.
    Lavish doesn’t even touch the décor  I wonder how famous this place is? It looks like it makes quite a bit, and almost every table has more than two people. Where are we going to sit?
    After a moment, everyone goes back to how it was before we appeared. A young man walks up to us wearing a half black apron around his waist. He makes Paden, Maverick, and Dante look short, and they aren’t. His black hair stands on end, as if he rolled out of bed. His chin is broad and a playful smile plays on his lips. Chocolate brown eyes look down at me.
    “Hello and welcome to Miss Peacock’s! I’ve been told to take you all to one of our VIP tables. My name is Romulus and I will be one of your servers for the night. Follow me please.” He leads us to another area in the back of the place. Across the way from where we came out of. Through another door we go. It feels as if there are a hundred in this place. This room also has a similar color theme to the back room. Reds, blacks and gold make up everything. A long black table sits at the center of the room.
    Romulus pulls out a chair at the other end, farthest from the door. He motions for me to sit. “Ladies here always take their seat first.” I give a small smile, before taking the offered chair. I look at the rest of the guys. They all look so stiff.
    “Relax,” I say to them. “The worst of tonight is over. I feel fine right now. Take your seats.”
    Maverick and Paden take the seats directly to my left and right. A sense of ease fills me. Dante frowns as he takes the seat next to Maverick. Bullock takes the seat next to Dante and Amr takes the seat across from him. Triton takes the seat across from me and Horace finishes of the rectangle with the seat to Triton’s left. I can’t help but feel as if this represents their order, who’s in position of leader and who is not.
    Romulus’s hand goes to my shoulder and squeezes it. “Don’t worry, love; they’re uncomfortable because of me.”
    The door opens and Vex comes in carrying a tray with two sets of jade tea pots and cups. “Yeah? Only because you’re a dog, literally. You hump anything with two legs. I’m sure they can sense it.”
    “Literally?” I ask. She has to be using that word wrong.
    “Yup,” Romulus clarifies. He steps away from me and moves to where I can see him. Within seconds, he shifts into the form of a black wolf with the front left paw looking as if it has been dipped in white paint. He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, letting it hang to the side as he pants. His tail wags. His mannerisms are much more doggish, I guess. He pads forward and places his head on my lap. Hesitantly, I stroke his fur. It’s softer than I thought it would be.
    “I wouldn’t do that,” says Vex, as she sets down my cup and pours a light colored tea into it. Jasmine wafts from the steam. “It will make him think that you want to have sex with him. Like I said, he humps anything with two legs, and I sometimes wonder if he wouldn’t go for four if it was offered.”
    He pulls away from me and shifts back. “I resent that comment. Don’t bash just because you’re jealous.”
    She places the tea pot down, having served all of us some tea. “Please. I would take Remus over you any day, at least he has moral decency.
    “Of course, perfect Remus always gets your attention,” his tone bitter. He must really like this girl. “I created Rome, you know.”
    She scoffs. “With his help, and then you made him fake his death, so you could take all the