Three days passed.
Three surprisingly peaceful days.
No strangers.
No break-ins.
No mysterious SUVs parked outside town.
Nothing.
Which should have been reassuring.
Instead, it made everyone nervous.
Especially Reaper.
I noticed it immediately.
The club noticed it too.
Because Ryder Kane wasn’t the kind of man who relaxed when danger disappeared.
He relaxed when danger was dead.
And whatever was coming for Black Hollow wasn’t dead yet.
Not even close.
“You’re staring again.”
I looked up from the glass I was cleaning.
Luca sat at the bar eating fries.
For breakfast.
Like a psychopath.
“I wasn’t staring.”
“You were absolutely staring.”
“I was thinking.”
“About Reaper.”
I threw a napkin at him.
He looked delighted.
“See? Defensive.”
“You have too much free time.”
“
