The next morning my hands shook so badly that the glass coffee pot slipped and shattered on the hardwood floor. Hot coffee burned through my shirt.
“You okay there, Seraphine?” one of the men called.
“I’m okay,” I muttered.
Laughter and crude jokes followed as I cleaned the mess. When I returned, Jax’s voice cut through the room. “Anyone seen Leo this morning?”
Negative responses all around.
“Sierra Seraphine Stone, weren’t you with Leo last night?” Darius’s cold voice stopped me cold.
I turned to face him. “Yes, I was.”
The weight of every gaze pressed on me. Darius’s emerald stare felt heavier than all of them combined.
“I left…” I trailed off, knowing lying to him was dangerous.
One man chuckled. “What, he got what he wanted and kicked you out?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,
