His eyes widened again. “You just left them? Why?”
“They weren't being supportive.” I sipped my champagne.
“In what way?” He leaned forward onto his forearms and regarded me intensely. “What was so important to you that you'd leave them over it?”
“Oh, you know; world domination. The usual,” I said flippantly.
Sin gaped at me a second before he burst into laughter. “You had me going for a second there.”
I shrugged and let him believe that I was joking. “What do you do for fun around here?”
“What kind of fun are you looking for?” His voice dropped into suggestive tones.
“I just left six men, I'm not ready for that kind of entertainment yet.”
Oh, why not? Star whined. He's hot as... well, as hot as sin!
Yes, very funny. All kinds of jokes with his name.
Don't tell me that you aren't enjoying it. It's as if the Universe handed him to you on a silver platter—one that matches those stunning eyes—and said; Here, have a sex toy to play with.
Did you do this? I asked suspiciously.
No; I wish I had. Or that I could. I have a harder time affecting Gods. Their resistance is stronger than humans.
Good to know.
“How about a few drinks to start and then we can see where to go from there?” Sin offered. “A friend of mine owns a nightclub; there's always a good time to be had at Sikaru.”
“What perfect timing you have.” I lifted my empty glass. “I happen to need another drink.”
Chapter Eleven
Sin drove a black Maserati. Of course, he did.
“Do you often troll hotel restaurants for tourists to seduce?” I asked as we pulled up to the curb.
Lights gleamed off the chrome columns that framed the entrance to Sikaru; a very popular nightclub from the looks of it. A line of people waited to get through the silver double doors but a burly bouncer stood in their way. No sound thumped out of the entrance, most of the noise came from the possible patrons who avidly spoke and flirted with each other as they waited hopefully for the coveted nod that meant they had passed muster.
“I was not trolling,” Sin protested before he jumped out.
I watched him in the rearview mirror as he passed behind the car. He waved the valet away from my door and opened it himself. After helping me out, he tossed the keys to the young man and continued our conversation as he escorted me straight to the entrance, bypassing the line.
“I happened to be walking through the hotel and felt a pull,” Sin said as he nodded to the bouncer instead of waiting for the bouncer to nod to him. “Now I know it was your moon magic calling to mine but at the time, I simply sensed another god and was curious.”
The bouncer rushed forward to open the door for us. I lifted a brow at the guy, but he was too busy bowing to us to notice. We strode into a foyer; just a dark, empty room with another pair of double doors at the opposite end. The thud of music vibrated out through them.
“No line for you?”
“I told you; my friend owns this place.” Sin smirked and undid the top button of his collared shirt with his free hand. “As if I'd go anywhere that I had to wait in a line. I do not wait in lines.”
I laughed boisterously and it caught me by surprise. I was usually the one making people laugh like that, not the other way around. It made me pause and take stock of myself. How much had I changed in the last 24 hours?
Change is good, remember? Star reminded me.
“You all right?” Sin peered at me as he opened the left door, silver eyes flashing in the sudden sweep of dancing lights.
“Fine,” I lifted my voice over the slam of the music and glanced around.
A large rectangle, the club stretched out to our right with the bar a little way down from the entrance. At the far end of the room, a stage took up most of the width with a dancing area in front of it but there was no live music playing. Instead, a DJ dominated the stage with an expanse of equipment before him that seemed a bit excessive for his job. He was swarthy, dressed in flashy clothes, and had a set of headphones on that only covered one ear. He waved at the crowd and danced as if he were the one who had composed the music he played. And the club patrons ate it up. They cheered and danced and shouted up at him as if he were a rock star.
I rolled my eyes but stopped with my stare elevated. The ceiling went up two stories, showcasing a wrought-iron balcony that stretched the length of the opposite wall. People leaned against the railing up there, watching the crowd below with the air of the elite. Possibly more elite than the humans suspected.
“Are those gods?” I nodded up to the balcony.
Sin laughed. “The upper level is our club, but we like to check out the humans. You know; choose our next plaything.”
“Lovely.” I grimaced. “My nightclub in Hawaii has a similar set up with an upper floor for VIPs, but we oath all gods before they enter the club.”
“You have a nightclub?” Sin asked with interest. “In Hawaii? And you oath gods before they go in? What do you oath them to do?”
“It's more what we oath them not to do; magic. No magic is allowed on the premises. Except for my family and me, of course. Ownership has its perks.”
“That it does.” A woman stepped into our path. Skin like the slick part of an acorn, thick raven hair down to mid-back, and dark brown eyes. She was curvy and around my height with an exotic look that I suppose wasn't so exotic in Bahrain.
“Ninka.” Sin moved forward to kiss her cheek. “This is Vervain, a
