Shadows & Flame #1-4 (DEMONS OF FIRE AND NIGHT) by C.N. Crawford EPUB & PDF– eBook Details Online
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- Authors: C.N. Crawford
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If Ursula had been able to plan her eighteenth birthday, the evening
would be going very differently. First, she wouldn’t be working in a
nightclub owned by her ex. Second, she wouldn’t have this weird
fever burning her cheeks, setting her nerves on edge—like she was blazing
from the inside out. And third, she definitely wouldn’t be pushing through
an unruly crowd to break up a fight between two hammered university
students.
In an ideal world, she’d have called in sick and taken the whole night
off. Of course, in an ideal world, she wouldn’t be worrying about the rent
that was due in two days.
“Excuse me!” She said, squeezing between a gawking couple, arms
raised. That shows authority, right?
Two young men squared off on the dance floor, bathed in District 5’s
pulsing orange and pink lights. A pounding bass rumbled through the room.
Part of her wanted to let these two knobs stab each other with broken
bottles, but she had a mission tonight, fever or not. She was going to prove
to the world that she had her life together, that she was a valuable asset to
the club—or at least, she was going to prove it to her ex. Granted, Rufus
was an idiot, but he was her boss and she was hanging on to this job by a
thread.
A small crowd gathered around the potential brawlers, and she tried to
suss out the bigger threat—possibly the red-faced giant who swayed in
place. His platinum hair, bushy eyebrows, and full lips gave him the
appearance of a Muppet—a murderous one who might crush someone with
his giant, meaty hands.
“I told you to watch where you step. You scuffed my shoe!” The
Muppet screamed, a vein popping in his forehead. “Arsehole!”
His opponent, a stocky guy with a bushy beard, jabbed a stubby finger.
His voice boomed over the music. “Oh, is that what I am, you fat-faced
donkey?”
Oh, good. A totally rational argument over a scuffed shoe. Sweat
beaded on Ursula’s skin, and she wiped the back of her hand over her
forehead. God, it was hot in here. She couldn’t be the only one who felt like
the room was on fire. Maybe that was what was making these guys act like
lunatics.
The two drunks circled each other, and Ursula squeezed between them,
ignoring the heat burning through her. “Everyone take a step back,” she
said, trying to project as much authority as possible.
Muppet was definitely the real threat here. He sloshed the remnants of
his beer from his pint glass, baring his teeth. “You know your girlfriend still
wants me,” he growled at Stubby.
Of course. It didn’t matter if the argument was about shoes or football,
every bar brawl came down to one thing: a fight over some girl. Whatever
the case, no one was civilized after five pints of Bombardier.
Stubby grinned. “She said you only lasted for two—”
“Okay!” Ursula cut in, holding up her hands. “Seems like you’ve
both—”
The tall one lunged past her, trying to smash his pint glass over Stubby’s
head. With a reflex so fast it shocked even her, Ursula’s hand shot out,
gripping the man’s wrist.
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