Cinnamon eyes started hauntingly at the Head of the Evocation Family. The eldest seemed too intoxicated to notice his broody presence at the bar; just a few bar stalls down. Noah remained at his perch, savoring the slow burn of the dirty martini, wet, stirred, and on the rocks he relished. He hadn't come to the club to party or unwind; Noah came here on his own accord to obtain information on Zachary Byrne. The only connection to Noah's missing mother, who vanished without a trace. The last time Noah saw his mother was after her conversation with Zach's Mom. One might conclude that the Byrne family had been brainwashing Cassandra Leopold, possibly into abandoning her family. Unfortunately, Noah had no idea Cassandra simply wanted a better life for her children and those her husband ruthlessly trained to become assassins and hunters. She disagreed with their agenda, something she tried unsuccessfully to escape from many times. It wasn't until Cassandra contacted Zach's mother that she began to have hope for a brighter future.
But like most of his family, the Leopold’s had their fair share of secrets. Many had killed to conceal them, but Noah was naturally impatient tonight. He had followed every lead and source he could obtain, but all of them led no where. Carefully, Noah studied Zach, watching him drown his sorrows in copious amounts of alcohol. If anything Noah was impressed by the man's high tolerance for the wicked shots he continued to throw back like water. A black Kenneth Cole dress shirt easily hugged the hunter's muscular physique, enhancing his rippled muscles that were dormant underneath. A few had undressed Noah with their decadent glances, but he seemed fixated on the blond, following him to the dance floor.
Although Noah had taken his vows seriously as a hunter, it didn't mean he would do whatever it would take to ensure he was successful. He would lie, cheat and backstab his way into someone's life in order to accomplish it. Of course Zachary had never met Noah before, so he wasn't aware of what the man looked like. A luxury that Noah intended to use to his advantage to lure the fly to his web of desires. After he finished the last of his drink, Noah's shinned onyx dress shoe stepped down off the stool, moving toward the flickering dance floor with a confident stride; several men eyed the oldest Leopold Hunter. A few men attempted to dance with Noah, but he managed to evade their advances.
Without warning, Noah danced behind Zachary, firm hands gripping his muscled hips, blending in flawlessly into the busy club. A new song began to pulse and blare through the sophisticated sound system. One hand coiled around to tease Zach's abdomen, slowly ascending up to his pectoral muscles. Noah wasn't opposed to luring his fly either, even if that meant hitting on Zach. Pressing tightly against the back of Zach, Noah's distinct five o'clock shadow loomed over his shoulder. Those deep brown eyes enticing and alluring as he stared into Zach's. Swiveling his hips, Noah kept in perfect sync with the beat of the song, as well as Zach's body. To the common eye, these two could have easily been lovers with the way their bodies swayed together. It was a secret talent Noah possessed, he could dance very well.
Smoldering stares undressed Zach as he looked him over. He could have easily been a modern-day Brian Kinney with his sexual flare. Spinning Zach around to face him, Noah grabbed the man's hips, plucking him toward him by the belt loops. Other men tried to dance with Zach, but Noah glared at them, scaring them off as some flipped off the Leopold Hunter. Boldly, Noah's hands roamed up Zach's torso, admiring the muscles that rippled against his fingers. Hopefully now he caught the man's attention. Of course, there were back rooms to the club where others did naughty things, but Noah wanted to be discreet about this. He needed to capture this fly without others disturbing him. But the question was, would Zach believe it?