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The hunky hero helped Dora to her feet and she nodded to the idea of getting dried off. She was soaked, her hair was a mess (though admittedly in better shape than Everwhore’s), and she wasn’t sure where her shoes were. Had she had them when she arrived? Dora couldn’t remember how she even got to Leo’s house, let alone where her shoes or handbag were. All she knew was that Ollie’s whore better not speak about her kid again. “Try me again, skank!” she called over her shoulder, flinging Echo’s probably overly processes hair onto the ground before she stepped inside the large mansion. The temperature difference inside the comfortable home made Dora shiver as the pair left wet footprints everywhere they went. Dora had no idea where they were going or even where to attempt to lead them, having only visited once before and over a year ago. Her head was spinning and she let this guy lead her wherever she needed to be.

She was still swinging at Everwhore as muscular arms wrapped around her waist and tore her from the fight. “See this?” she shouted at Echo angrily, not recognizing the speed at which she had managed to get to the other side of the pool. “This is my trophy for drowning a fat bitch!” she screamed, holding a chunk of Echo’s ratty blonde hair aloft, the hunky mystery man urging her to calm down. “Look what she did!” Dora moaned, now more than just her hair having gotten wet and full heartedly believing it was all Echo’s fault. How was she supposed to have fun at Leo’s party when she was soaked?

Dora wasn’t sure exactly where they were, but the way the other pub patrons’ eyes followed her made her feel excited, if not a little uneasy. Hunter guided her through the maze of tables toward the bar as Dora looked around, feet moving wherever her leader ushered them though her gaze was fixed on a woman in the corner, waving at her and smiling an extra toothy grin. No, not toothy. Fangy. A shiver of excitement ran through Dora’s chest as Hunter pulled her between his legs and pulled out her wrist in the middle of the room. Her suspicions having been confirmed, Dora looked back at her date adoringly as he sank his fangs into her flesh. Dora closed her eyes, ready to appreciate the gift Hunter was giving her but a chill over her wrist forced her eyes open and she watched as Hunter turned her wrist so that the blood fell into the glass instead of his superb mouth. Her perfectly sculpted brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you..? What about me?” she clarified her concern and confusion. Hunter could do whatever he liked with her so long as she got her rocks off too. That was the deal they had made, though not in so many words. It was just a given. An unspoken agreement with her handsome vampire.

He asked her to trust him and she did. Dora nodded as Hunter turned her around and ushered her into the mausoleum, the door closing behind them and shutting out the moonlight. Dora wet her lips with her tongue, heart beginning to beat faster as she took the stairs slowly in the seductive lamplight. She ran her hand along the wall to keep her balance as her eyes worked to adjust to the dim lighting. The stone wall was cool to the touch, and rough. Following the staircase downward, the sound of chatter and laughter were becoming more clear. And was there music playing? Dora stepped off the final step and looked down the corridor ahead of them, closed doors leading Merlin only knew where, and just beyond she could see the hall widening to what looked like a pub. Dora turned to look at Hunter and smiled, then began toward the open space where she suspected Hunter was going to buy her a drink and treat her to an evening that would put to shame the lame night she might have had with her so-called girlfriends.

“If you tried eating less...” she shrieked back but didn’t finish her insult. Instead, the wave of water from Echo’s more purposeful splash hit Dora in the face and there was no holding back. Like an enraged dolphin, Dora nose dived into the pool, arms outstretched in Echo’s direction. She closed her fist around the blonde’s hair dragged her under the water with her, bubbles floating to the surface as Dora screamed obscenities under the water.

Dora gazed lovingly at Hunter as he looked over her cryptic directions to his home, and was unfazed when he crumpled it up into a little ball and threw it behind him. She didn’t worry about what she would do the next time she needed him because all that mattered was her need for him now. There was no tomorrow with his bite tonight, she couldn’t fathom even planning that far ahead. Nothing mattered except right here and right now. Hunter’s hand dropped from her throat and Dora breathed in deeply, not having noticed that her air had been even remotely restricted. It didn’t matter. “Where are we going?” she asked he ushered her outside, more conversationally than quizzically. She would go anywhere with him if it meant she’d get a little taste of him. She nearly tripped over her own high heels as she was pushed out onto the front steps of the stone church, the wonky streetlamp across the road flickering sporadically.

Jasper’s date was called Geralina. Dora nodded as Leo filled her in quietly, making a mental note to ask later about how serious the pair were, and whether Jaspy was good in bed. Alice hadn’t said anything about Jasper dating anyone, and after his wife’s death he really did deserve someone nice. Thus far, Jasper had refused to allow Dora to set him up with anyone, as if being set up by your younger sister’s friend was a strange request. Another handsome bloke came up and introduced himself, and Dora smiled, about to ask if Everett was a healer at Hogwarts. Having spent her fair share of time in the Hogwarts Hospital wing between being in a coma for a fortnight after being inadvertently injured in a Death Eater attack and managing her “melancholy” after her father’s death, Dora was fairly certain she would remember all of the hospital wing staff, but she wasn’t given the opportunity to confirm her suspicions as an even more boisterous witch made an appearance. The sassy witch introduced herself and Dora replied in turn. “Dora Parkinson.”

The group moved inside and Dora happily hung on Leo’s arm, adding a little extra wiggle in her step just to make sure Miss Tersha Knight knew that Leo was off limits tonight. It was impossible to miss the look she’d given him outside, but Leo had invited Dora this evening and as far as Dora could tell, Tersha was even more of a tagalong than Dora. Green eyes widened as she stepped into a rustic wonderland, with twinkly lights trimming the walls and people already grooving on the dance floor. “Dance with me,” Dora demanded sweetly, turning to look at Leo as she pulled him onto the dance floor without regard for where the rest of their little group wanted to go.