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Manhattan Men glowed in the night.
     
    “You lived as a human once.” Haven giggled. “And this is what they do before they get married.” She took my hand, dragged me along. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”
     
    Fun?
     
    Haven paid our admission and as we stepped through, we were instantly hit with sounds of womens screams everywhere.
     
    “God help me,” I groaned.
     
    “Yum,” Misa purred from beside me and gave a sultry smile. “This is going to make my duty to the Underworld all too fun.”
     
    “Huh?” was my only response.
     
    “I’m a Sincubus.” When I stared blankly at her, she laughed and continued. “I steal souls by…gettin’ it on.”
     
    “You do not?” I snapped, stunned.
     
    She nodded, a very sexy move. “Sure do.” She glanced around at the near naked men dancing at the individual tables. “Look at them, all manly, and delicious.”
     
    “Remember the rules, Misa.” I reminded her. “No one innocent.”
     
    She laughed and waved away my concern. “We’re talking about strippers here. I bet one of them has done something, abused a girl or committed a crime. Don’t you worry yourself with that, I’ll find one.” Then, her look became one of determination. “By the way, we need to work on that. Your lack of knowledge of our world is…”
     
    I stopped her next words by raising my hand. “I get it. You don’t need to go on.”
     
    “We can go through everything after the bonding,” Misa replied, even though, she didn’t look at me any longer. Her focus locked on one of the men dancing to our left.
     
    “Gross.” I tore my eyes from her and moved over to Haven, who was in discussion with the bartender. He looked from her to me, then gave huge smile. Oh God!
     
    Zia took my hand, dragged me over to a table, where the rest of our party had sat down. “I have never been to a place like this before,” her gaze followed one of the dancers as he walked by. “I see the appeal.”
     
    I laughed too, unable to help it. Good lord, these men were practically perfect. The Manhattan Men’s Club knew how to put on a show. Every man was model-fit with perfect physiques, rugged handsome faces, and smiles that led the mind to a naughty nature.
     
    “Mmm, these humans are scrumptious,” Briar purred.
     
    Double gross!
     
    Finally, Haven came over to the table with a hunky waiter in tow. She smiled as she sat next to me. The waiter handed us each a chocolate Martini and then two tequila shots. I grabbed the shots and downed them in two point two seconds. I needed to be drunk to survive this. Everyone laughed as I cringed from the gross effects of the shots. Tequila did one thing, got you drunk and that was about it. Yuck!
     
    After everyone else knocked back their shots, Zia said, “Let’s get this party started. Haven, hand me a bill.” I could only stare at her in shock. She was so not going to do what I thought she was. “Let’s not tell Talon this part, but wow, look at them.”
     
    I continued to stare in complete bafflement as she waved the bill in her hand. A dancer caught the gesture and sauntered on over. “Oh, dear God.” That was all my brain could comprehend.
     
    The dancer spun Zia’s chair around and she gasped a little. Her eyes widened as he began to dance himself all over her. Haven bounced up and down screaming, as were the others. I just wanted to bury myself in the ground and die.
     
    Three Martinis later, another two shots, I was a little more comfortable and found myself giggling right along with them. My hands and legs were covered in oil, since the men seemed to be smothered in it. Haven had taken it upon herself to continually hold bills over my head to keep the entertainment coming.
     
    I was enjoying myself a bit. That was until a deep male voice said, “Ladies, you’re in for a treat tonight. Welcome to Manhattan Men ! Soldiers, bring up the bride for her last night of freedom.”
     
    Oh God. Oh God. Oh my fucking