Chapter FourteenIt takes me a moment to realize what Darian is looking at.
In a small alcove that must be the VIP area stands a familiar broad-shouldered figure.
It’s Nero, his face frightening—yet surprisingly sexy—in its fury.
Now I understand.
Darian must’ve just had a vision of the future where Nero rips him a new one—or whatever it is about my boss that scares this grown man so much.
I realize my hands are suddenly empty, but like a deer staring at deadly headlights, I find it hard to wrench my gaze away from Nero’s wrath.
By the time I do look back at my dance partner, he’s not there.
Scanning the dance floor, I fail to find Darian anywhere.
I rub my eyes.
Still no Darian.
How did he disappear so quickly?
Is he using his power to help with this ninja stunt? If he can fores
