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. Avira liked to explore unlike me, who was a workaholic. "Yes. Have connections with the owner. You'll love this place." She squealed. The place was intoxicating-dim lights, plush velvet seating, and people wrapped in their own illicit fantasies. My heart pounded, excitement thrumming through me as my eyes located the bar. That was what I needed. A night to lose myself. I grabbed a drink, then another. Avira laughed, watching me toss back the liquid courage. "Easy, wild one," she teased. I grinned at her, already feeling the buzz. "Just one night," I murmured. "One night where I don't have to be the obedient, workaholic or easy trampled upon daughter, the disposable heir." "Then let's make it count." Avira smirked, ordering a drink called "harnessed desires". I tasted it. It was strong and strange with a flavor filled aftertaste. I wanted more. I lost track of time. Then a tune came up and people began to stand. "Oh, it's time for my favorite part. The bird dance." Avira giggled. Pulling me to the dance floor amidst my own giggles and confusion. I danced alone, my body swaying to the rhythm, my mind blissfully free. Other people on the dance floor did more watching than dancing. The ones who actually danced had a partner. Avira wasn't dancing too. She was scanning the crowd. Then I felt him. A dark and commanding presence. A tall man, impossibly confident, watching me from across the room. His gaze was steady, filled with something unreadable. I was drawn to that dominance that was filling the room. I don't recall how far I had gone in crossing the room to him before Avira grabbed my hand. "Lena," Avira whispered, eyeing him. "That man is dangerous." I should have cared and listened to her advice. Instead, I smirked and raised my glass in his direction. Avira facepalmed herself before going back to the dance floor to continue the mating dance. Mr. Brooding and dangerous's lips curved in amusement before he stood, his powerful stride carrying him toward me. "Careful, little girl," he murmured as he reached me, his voice a sinful promise. "You're playing with fire." "I like fire." I giggled. My everyday lif