she shook her head
quickly and looked away, her features hardening as she tilted her
head towards Randell.
“I'm a dancer,”
she said, firmly and carefully. She was in the middle of a circle of
deadly shifters, and she was skating on thin ice. One wrong word,
one wrong move, and she could be dead. “I will dance to pay my
debt.”
She still had her sequin mask
on, but it sat askew over her eyes. Her red hair was mussed up and
there were scratches on her arms. Nevertheless, she held her head
high as she addressed Randell. She had done nothing wrong and she
hadn't allowed her body to be sold. If nothing else, her pride and
dignity remained intact.
Randell's eyes flashed
dangerously. “You...”
“I will pay her debt.”
All heads turned to Dalton.
He sensed his clan members fidgeting behind him and he heard Jason's
incredulous whisper, “What? There's nothing wrong with my
ears, right?”
“There's plenty wrong
with what's between your ears,” Bruno hissed. “Just shut
up and keep your eyes on the wolves.”
Randell regarded Dalton with
a sly smile. “She owes the Crimson Wolves a lot of money.”
“I will assume full
responsibility for her debt,” Dalton repeated.
There was a gleam in
Randell's eye as he jerked his head at one of the bouncers. “Get
the paperwork from my office.”
Randell was all smiles as he
turned to the two leopard shifters. “Mr Will, Mr Xavier, I
will refund your payment since the services—have not been
performed. Everything is on the house tonight. My manager will show
you to another room.”
Randell snapped his fingers
and the club manager stepped forward and escorted the two
wereleopards out of the room.
One of the wolves arrived at
the door with a file in his hand. Randell took the file and smiled
at Dalton. “Let's get our signatures on the page, shall we? I
will transfer her debt to you, and you will pay her debt in full in
three days' time. Deal?”
Dalton read through the
document quickly. “Deal.” He signed at the bottom and
waited until Randell finished putting his signature on the document.
Dalton went to take JD's
clammy hand. “She doesn't work for you any more,” he
told Randell. “She doesn't owe you anything.”
Randell laughed. “No.
She owes you now.”
Dalton didn't reply. He
simply pulled JD roughly out of the room with him.
At Randell's signal, the
bouncers parted to let them through. Dalton waited for JD to pull on
her jeans and t-shirt and collect her belongings before walking out
of the club with her. His clan members automatically fell into step
behind them. Curtis and Connor were nudging each other and
whispering furiously with Bruno and Jason. When JD glanced over her
shoulder at them, the four of them straightened up instantly and
flashed wide grins at her.
When they reached Dalton's
car, Connor cleared his throat and said, “Um, I think we'll be
staying in town for a little while more. We'll catch a cab home
later.”
“Yeah. The night's
still young. There's plenty more fun to be had. And I'm hungry,”
Jason said, rubbing his stomach. “Let's go for an
all-you-can-eat buffet before checking out another club!”
“Sounds like a plan.”
They turned to wink at Dalton
and JD. “You two...have fun!”
“Goodnight, and it's a
pleasure to meet you, m'lady!” Curtis said, giving JD a
sweeping bow.
“Joyce,” she
blurted out. “My name is Joyce. Thank you all for your help
tonight. It was...I could have...” A strangled, hiccuped sob
escaped. “I...I really don't know how...”
“Oh. You're welcome,
Joyce,” the four young werebears said quickly and began to back
away. It was clear they wanted to make a quick getaway.
They could face a ferocious
pack of enemy wolves without flinching, but a woman's tears were
something else. Something way scarier.
“Bye, Beta!” they
called out, tripping over one another in their haste to escape.
“And, um, bye, Joyce.
You...take care!”
And with that, they