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Music pulsated from the speakers half-hidden by fat bottles of Bacardi and scotch, and the barmen sang along to a tune that Jason recognised. "Who's this artist?" Jason asked. "Michael Jackson, sir," the barman answered. Jason nodded. Yes, it was Ivy's music, although now that he was a frequent visitor to bars perhaps it was more accurate to say that pop songs had also become his music. He presumed Ivy still listened to Mr Jackson, but that too might have changed.

I asserted, placing a hand on my waist to show them my seriousness. "Ava, calm down, my love," Liam replied with a playful smirk. "You think we can fire Jason? Don't worry, my love. That boy is like a leech on my flesh, and though he's annoying as hell, there's nothing I can do." "I'm glad you think about me in that way, sir," Jason's voice broke in as he strolled into the room, spotting his signature look–a black three-piece suit with white AirPods and white sneakers. What was with this guy and always walking in at the most unexpected times?

“Ma’am Meow liked Dani’s attitude for work and Dani in turn enjoyed working in Club Aster despite her very late shift. Dani’s boyfriend, Jason, remained unemployed for a while so she eventually asked Ma’am Meow if Jason could audition in the club. “Jason was a born performer, with a natural gift for music. He started singing when he was just a kid, in talent shows and competitions. He could play the guitar well and idolized Jimi Hendrix. He had formed a band in their college back in Bohol but their music career didn’t pan out. “Jason was this strapping, handsome, moreno man. But his most distinct signature was his voice, which was this very deep, very warm baritone, with a deep alto range. I

" He takes a sip, getting a little foam on his upper lip. He doesn't notice. I take a sip. It’s sweet. Too sweet, actually. I’m used to black espresso, bitter and strong. But I smile anyway. "It's good," I lie gently. "So," Jason leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. His eyes search mine, warm and open. There’s no agenda there. No hidden game. At least that's what I tell myself. "Tell me everything. The last I saw you, you were depressed but somehow obsessed with boy bands. What happened in the last thirteen years, huh?"

It was Jessa's idea, and to Lily, it was Jessa's excuse to get laid with someone from the elite unit of moonlight warriors. Jason, one of the boys, looked at Lily, stroking the dark stubble of his two-day beard in thoughtful silence as if he was considering cutting her off from warrior conversation. Instead, he poured her another shot of magic-tinted blue-green glowing alcohol. "Smart man," Lily said. He snorted.

"But do you really wanna visit the Louver? I didn't classify you as a museum person." "Like I said, we have some things to learn about each other." He looked at me. "Damn!" He exclaimed with a smile. "Why are you always right?" "I was born like that." He threw his head backwards laughing his ribs out. His laugh was so contagious that I joined him. The buzzing of his phone had me sit up so he could take it. "It's Angel." He said by way of surprise before picking it up.

They kept stealing glances across the room, biting back conspiratorial smiles. Because there, on the edge of the dance floor, Jason and Laura were trying (and failing) to stay apart. Jason stood by the bar, pretending to watch the crowd, but his eyes tracked Laura every second. Laura stood with Ava and a group of wives, laughing too loudly, tossing her hair, pretending she didn’t feel him staring. Then the band slipped into “Lover” by Taylor Swift, and it was like someone pressed play on a decade-old memory. Jason crossed the floor in six long strides. He didn’t ask. He simply held out his hand.

“Deal!” Jason hoists Liam effortlessly into his arms, his movements fluid and confident. “Call me if you need anything, Mom,” he says, his voice steady yet warm. Luna Linda nods, her small smile tinged with quiet pride. “Come on, buddy,” Jason continues, glancing at Liam, who beams up at him. “Let’s head home.”

Jason said through the pack link “Yes” I nodded “Luke I need you to do something for me” he said out loud “What's that?” “I'm gonna need you to get water from the stream. You can use a bottle or a fetcher. Whichever one is fine.” He said “I'm gonna need it before nightfall” “Okay. I'm guessing it's for the ‘ritual’.” “Yeah,” Jason nodded “while I prepare the rest” “Alright. Please excuse me Luna” he said before leaving. He's been a lot less guarded towards me since Jason and I completed the mate bond. Now, it was just Jason and I in the office.

“Lucas Young is the most popular celebrity right now. Anything he does is bound to be a hit and sellout. I can arrange a meeting with his team if you want.” Great, Jason thought bitterly. As if I didn’t have enough things to worry about! “Call him,” he gritted. “And tell him that we need his help.”