HANNAH
"Ugh," I grunted, feeling my stomach do one of it's nervous somersaults.
I felt a strong, warm hand slip into mine and squeeze. Then I was reminded of Jace right beside me. Smiling, I gently returned the pressure. I had completely forgotten that as one of my mates, he could feel my emotions too.
"This is nothing," he said so quietly that only both of us could hear. I felt my anxiety slowly melt away. "You're going to kill it."
Before I could murmur a 'thank you' the crowd of men parted for a big, beefy man, heavily tattooed and pierced, who walked up to us. He gave a nod to Jace and stood sizing me up. When he crossed his arms around his chest, his arm muscles, exposed by the cut off tees he wore, bulged.
"Um.. hi," I eventually said, temporarily giving up on counting the nu
