Pandora's gaze seemed fixed on the man in the booth. There is a surge, then a drop in her energy. Ob squeezes her to him, turning his own gaze on the man.
"Come dance with me, Bruha. I want to feel you and Chloe in my arms again."
He sweeps her onto the dance floor, pulling her close and kissing her. His eyes seek out the stranger. A small growl rumbles in his throat.
"Do you know that man, Bruha? The one you were staring at? I don't like the way he was looking at you."
Pandora laughs at Ob.
"What? I am allowed to hate the men who draw your attention, aren't I?"
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