CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Luka
I’d been on stage for forty minutes and I’d spent most of it watching her.
I told myself it was the job. I watch a room from a stage better than from anywhere else. I can see the whole floor laid out in front of me, every face turned up and lit, every current of who-leans-toward-whom running visible across the tables. A man looking for something out of place could do worse than a guitar and a good vantage.
That was the story I gave myself. But I wasn’t watching the whole room. I was watching the girl in the teal dress.
Lily Bradford.
She’d come in on the arm of the big redhead. I knew of him, vaguely. A young fighter from the Ironwood pack, a warrior stuffed into a tuxedo he wanted out of. He’d sat too close to her at dinner and put his hand over hers every cha
