Rita’s was crowded, and the people inside pulsed with energy and drunken enthusiasm. Drinks spilling, and sensual dancing. The air was warm, and only the occasional open window or the swinging of the front doors let in some cool reprise of the heat.

You and a few girlfriends, that included Mor and some others were crowded around a bar table standing. Leaning on the aged and glossed wood, sweet cocktails in hand.

Gossip was passed between you all, and desire-filled looks shared across the bar. Some girls had disappeared into upstairs rooms with Fae males for a good time, and you were looking around for just that.

A male, correction. A handsome male who could give you a good time.

And in walks the most devastatingly gorgeous trio.

“Mor. I want names. Now.” I demand to my best friend, who smirks beside me. She’d abandoned her usual red and wore a simple white dress, that fell to her upper thighs. You wore a similar dress but in red. “Those three? Obviously, Rhys and Azriel.”

You knew Rhys. Good friends. The other you recognised as Azriel but.. the last?

“He’s mine for the night.” Cassian. Cassian. That’s who you’ll spend your night in bed with. Wings too, Illyrian male. Rumour has it they knew the art of the bedroom well. You smirk. And so began the game of eyeing each other back and forth. Lingering glances. Cheeky one overs. Winks. Smiles. And then finally..

You walked up to him at the bar. “Lord of Bloodshed.” You place a subtle hand on his tattoo tanned arm. He smirked and turned to you.

“I was hoping you’d walk over.”