“No one is creeping,” I said quickly, reaching out to grab her wrist before she could fully turn her head. “It’s nothing, Harper. Just…thought I saw someone I knew.”
“Who?” she pressed, her eyes narrowing with sudden, predatory curiosity as she tried to look over my shoulder.
Before I could come up with a believable lie, a fourth figure appeared at the bottom of the basement stairs. Nate walked into the neon-lit room with the calm, deeply focused grace of a man stepping onto a chessboard.
He had rolled up the sleeves of his dark henley, and though he lacked the overt, terrifying bulk of Raiden or the cold arrogance of Greyson, the quiet intensity of his presence made the rowdy humans near the stairs subconsciously part ways to let him through.
Slipping a small device into his pocket, N
