Nate stood up, his expression uncharacteristically grim as he pulled his phone from his pocket to check the sensors. “If she gets spooked in a crowded space, people are going to get hurt. The Alibi is an old basement dive. If she loses control of that energy, the structural integrity will fail, and the ceiling is going to come down on top of everyone.”
I looked at Greyson, the silent command already written in the heavy tension of my shoulders. “We don’t send a scout. We send the pack. We go there. All of us.”
Greyson arched a perfect eyebrow, his cold composure actively fighting the obvious, desperate urge to agree with me. “The four of us walking into a human dive bar? We don’t exactly blend in, Raiden. We tend to attract a lot of unwanted attention.”
“Then we attract attention,” I sh
