Hey everybody! I hope you all are enjoying this story as much as I am.

Kind of having a Krewella moment in this chapter.

Enjoy!

Zoe Maddox

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Chapter Three: Escape

I lay quietly, staring up at the ceiling. I check the time again. I will leave in three minutes. I can't sleep. All I can see is the hoard that attacked us. I see my men falling over and over and I can't stop it.

I make my bed neatly. The Jedi Temple feels like home, no matter what. I check that my room looks normal and then I pull my cloak on. The guards don't question where I'm going. I slip into the cool, silky night.

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The club is hot and crowded and loud. And distracting. The bright lights, the deafening music, and all the bodies. I sip my drink again. Ril talks to a beautiful Twi'lek that is a startling blue. She laughs at his corny jokes and gasps at his war stories. Ril's eyes follow every girl that walks by. I know that I've had too much to drink and that I shouldn't do this. But it dulls the stress and pain. I sip my drink and look over the club.

And then she shows up.

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The dance floor. It's the only place where I can escape. Hard weeks become more frequent, as do my visits to the clubs. Never the same one- I like to keep myself anonymous. Tonight, I go to a small club that is secluded and out of the way. Perfect. I step into the jammed club. Also perfect. The more people to blend into, the better. I slip through the crowd and make my way to the dance floor.

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Zia. She by no means wears her Jedi attire. She slips through the crowd like she's done it a thousand times and makes her way to the dance floor. I try not to stare, but she definitely is making me glad I wore all of my armor. She dances better than anyone on the floor and she doesn't care. Her eyes are closed. She is the music now.

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I shake the stress away with each beat of the loud, pulsing music. The music is a part of me now, and I move with each note and word. I close my eyes, trusting the Force to protect me from tripping on someone. I can feel several men around me, trying to get close. I avoid all of them.

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Guys swarm all around her, fighting for her attention and affection. But she somehow she avoids all of them. They wage a war on the dance floor. She is oblivious to all of it; she just keeps dancing. Before I can stop myself, I step up and start dancing with her.

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Suddenly he is there. Stone. I gasp, but he just smiles and keeps moving with me. Instead of my usual treatment to guys like him, I dance with him. Jealously fills the air as the men who fight for my attention realize my choice has been made. Our bodies move together but do not touch.

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She gasps, but I smile and move with her. She smiles an alien smile and dances with me, careful to let everyone know that I'm the guy, but not close enough for me to touch her. My hands scream to be on her hips. Everyone is dancing, the smell of sweaty bodies and alcohol everywhere.

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Yes, short chapter, but I really like it.

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Thanks,

Zoe Maddox