My heart sped up at the thought of dancing with him again. The first time had been… I wasn’t sure I was allowed to call it a transcendent experience, but it had certainly felt that way.

Wes had answered on the first ring and didn’t seem to mind when I told him the plan. He was waiting outside now, with Henry. I needed to ask him what his days off were, and what his normal schedule was. I wasn’t Eva, and he had his own pack. But tonight, he’d seemed happy to come back and escort us.

I laced our fingers together before we opened the door, and in the falling darkness, it was a galaxy for flashing stars. Wes cleared a path for us to the car—not our normal one. This was a longer one, the kind that divided driver and passenger and made people look as you drove past. I ignored the shouted questions and the flashes, but I didn’t look away. I held onto Ben, looked up at him, and smiled.

The door closed behind us, and he grinned. “Well done.”

“I’m just looking forward to when they get bored.”

“For your sake, I hope it’s true, but I happen to know you’re not boring. So I don’t know if it will happen.” The kiss he laid on me was far from appropriate, and it took Wes clearing his throat for me to realize it because I was so swept up in everything that was Bennett Gray.

“Sorry, Wes.”

He laughed. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, Miss Williams.”

“Still.” I leaned my head on Ben’s shoulder. “Where are we going?”

“Surprise.”

I made a face. “That’s no fun.”

“On the contrary, I think you’re going to have to learn to love surprises.”

“And you all will have to learn there are only so many surprises I can take.”

“Noted, little Omega.”

Henry drove us downtown, and in the newly budding darkness, Slate city was beautiful. We crossed the bridge over the river, and I watched more and more lights flick on, reflected in the water like a murky second world.

Ten minutes later we pulled up to a block filled with people. The line went into the distance around the corner, and there was music, lights, and dancing all the way down.

Next to us, building-sized crimson curtains billowed in the wind, an impressive vision.

Scratch that, it looked like the line was more than one block, and I knew why. “The Pavilion?”

“Yeah,” Ben squeezed my hand. “Inspired by the night we met. Is that okay?”

“I mean yeah.” The Pavilion was a relatively new club, and had made a splash for being avant garde and over the top. Case in point, with the building being draped in shimmering fabric like a circus tent. “But I’ve never gone. I heard about the line.”