Don't belong here (Almaz)

[Nox]

Nox laughed. "I draw a line at wearing dresses. Rather walk around naked than put one on. Heels I can do. Have done." He said in a whisper. "The girls down at Kalisiti didn't believe me either. About the heels that is. Dancing is good for lots of things.” He grinned before leaning over and adding. ”Duckling I am pretty, no worries there.”

Dropping into his old game was easy. But he had no intention of going anywhere more than making sure she got home. The horde’s instinct wanted more — pushed for me. He fought it back like biting back bile rising in his gut, all with a pretty smile on his face.

”If you don’t drink that’s great. I won’t have to pretend to drink. Sit and I’ll get you that diet coke.”

Nox lost the smile as soon as he walked away from Danika. The brooding feel into place and he yawned to stretch his jaw and the cut on his lips cracked more leaving behind a bit of pain that he focused on. It was tiring being fake.

The bar was crowded and Nox squeezed in where the crowd waned. Nox waved down the bar tender and waited his turn.

"Are you a betting man, Jay?”

Nox looked at the pair of men he’d stopped next to and growled. ”Fucking hell.” He said a bit too loud.

The horde rolled into his mind. The rage and anger he’d been pushing down pulled at his skin. It felt red hot. Nox growled. He needed to get gone now.