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other night. While she wore a smile whenever it happened, it was fake, born out of a need to protect her feelings. She was thought of as a wild child, and in many cases she fit the bill, but more and more she wanted to shed the image and be thought of as more than just the girl who was always with a new man.
    The couple nearest her were lip-locked. The man's hands roamed up and under the woman's shirt as they moaned into each other's mouths. The guy fumbled around, looking awkward and confused as to what to do next.
    Yep, hardly an alpha in the bunch.
    If it wasn't for the sexual energy radiating from them, Alice would have walked away to find a more titillating couple to stand near. This pair were merely eating each other’s faces, not moving into foreplay.  
    She tsked, sure this was one of the reasons the saying that youth was misspent on the young had come to be. She could teach them a thing or two—okay, ten. With a small snort, she looked in the direction of two women trying their best to gain the attention of a tall, built male. He was a new arrival, and the minute Alice laid eyes on him the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. The man was good looking, no doubt about that. But there was something about him that seemed hard, removed from all that was happening around them.
    The bitch better show tonight.
    She stilled as the man’s thoughts hit her hard. Her nostrils flared and she slowed her breathing, knowing better than to tip him off that she was hearing him mentally. It was rare for a human to get through her defenses. She concentrated on her personal walls and continued to watch the newcomer.
    These fucking pussies don’t know which end of a woman is up , he thought.
    While she agreed, her inner alarms sounded, but she stayed in place, watching him, getting the sense he was more than merely human.
    Much more.  
    He sneered as he raked his gaze over a group of girls entering from the other direction. He paid close attention to their backsides as they walked past him.
    They’d be fun to break , he thought.
    She gasped, feeling the full weight of the truth behind his words. The man wanted to inflict pain, and from the hardness in his eyes, he’d done just that before. She stiffened and eased off the wall, keeping a close watch on him. With slow movements, she pulled her cell from her back pocket, hoping to avoid drawing attention to herself. She was careful to control her breathing and heart rate to the best of her ability. If he was a shifter, and her instincts said he was, he could easily pick up on differences in her breathing and pulse. That tidbit she’d learned from her adoptive father and his friends.
    Her father had spent his life pretending to be human, having to reinvent himself every so many decades to throw suspicion off the fact he didn’t age. He, like many supernaturals, went so far as to alter his hair to try to make it look as if he was getting grays. Her father’s current position was in the government. In truth, he’d been working for them for decades under different aliases. Currently, he was a face for the supernaturals, a representative for them within the government. A select few knew the truth about him.
    Most didn’t. And no humans knew the truth of him or their kind. And for good reason. Humans had a longstanding history of panicking and trying to kill that which they did not understand.
    Dumbasses.
    She pressed the contact button on her phone and selected the one for her father. She didn’t dare risk dialing him. The supernatural male in the fraternity house with her would hear her conversation regardless of how low she tried to speak. Instead, she decided to type a message to her father.
    Nile better have the fucking artsy bitch or I’m gonna rip his head off for leaving me to get this one , the man pushed out with his mind, agitation coating his every word.
    The artsy bitch? Alice froze as fear danced up her spine. Images of Mae played in her mind and she lost her
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