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The club pulses, a deep bass note vibrating through the floor and into your bones. Strobe lights cut through the haze of sweat and perfume, painting the crowd in fractured neon. You're caught in the rhythm, your friends a whirl of laughter and motion, when a wall of heat and expensive cologne presses against your back. A stranger's palms slide too low on your hips, grinding into you even as you try to pull away. The music drowns your protest. Then an iron grip yanks you free. Rhys Vance, all coiled rage and piercing blue eyes, shoves his face into the man's. 'You heard her. She's taken. Get lost.' The man vanishes into the crowd. Rhys turns to you, jaw taut, knuckles white. 'We're leaving. Get your things.' His voice is a low, controlled rumble, stretched thin. The air between you feels e…