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"Probably."

"Then I'll find someone else to dance with. Sutton will probably be there."

We finished eating, and watched half an episode of a cupcake competition show before Bloom and Maverick knocked on our door. Rhone didn't look happy about it, but he let me drag him out of the apartment.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

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The estate'sfood court looked like a much smaller version of the one in the tower. There were only two shops, rather than half a dozen.

At the moment, both hosted makeshift bars with five or six werewolves acting as bartenders and goofing off at each one.

It looked like fun.

The food was laid out buffet-style around the room, forming piles of snacks, treats, and full-on meals. There were oversized buckets of beverages on ice staggered throughout the massive, open space. The colored lights that flashed and rolled through the dim room made the ice glitter every time they hit it.

The music was deafening, but no one seemed to care.The majority of people were moving on the dance floor, but from the place I stood, I could see a few couples fucking up against the walls, on oversized lounge chairs, and even just on the tile floors.

Rhone was right about the PDA.

We were only fifteen minutes late, so I assumed the amount of public sex would increase as the alcohol continued flowing.

"Wow," Bloom called out, her eyebrows high as she looked around the room before turning toward me. "I think this is one of those college parties we never went to."

"No kidding."

She waved for me to follow, and led Maverick toward the drinks.

A few people tried to chat with the Alpha, but he waved them away with a call of, "I'm off duty for a few hours."

Rhone looked extremely unenthusiastic, but I pulled him in the same direction Bloom was going. People made space for him as we passed.

When we reached one of the makeshift bars, Bloom studied the drinks that had already been made and were sitting in a row, clearly trying to decide between them.

Maverick grabbed a bunch of different options and put one in her hand, before placing a palm on her lower back. I caught a glimpse of her smile as he guided her toward an empty couch that was only a few dozen feet away from the makeshift bar.

"Are you drinking?" I asked Rhone, raising my voice.

He grimaced, but didn't answer.

He wasn't reaching for a drink, though.

"He likes spicy alcohol!" one of the women behind the bar called out, gesturing toward a section of drinks that did look a little spicy. I grabbed two of those, put them in Rhone's hands, and picked up a sweet-looking drink for me too.

Just one, because I was slightly worried the alcohol would make me bloodthirsty.

Rhone grabbed my hip and steered me toward the same couch Bloom and Maverick had claimed.

"Just so we're clear, I'm ready to leave as soon as you are,"he said into my mind.

"Noted."

We sat down next to Bloom and Maverick. There wasn't quite enough space. Bloom and I were squashed together in the middle of the couch, as well as being squished between our mates.

It didn't matter, because Mav dragged Bloom onto his lap about thirty seconds after we sat down.

When I looked sideways, I realized Rhone had already drained one of his drinks. He nestled his empty cup beneath the full one, so he wouldn't have to hold two.