ELARA
Anya's palm connected with Declan's chest before I could even process what was happening.
Declan stumbled backward. His scotch sloshed in its crystal tumbler.
"Jesus—" He caught himself on the back of a velvet chair.
The bar had gone quiet.
Rich people loved a scene, as long as it wasn't their scene.
Declan set his scotch down on the nearest table with exaggerated care. Held up both hands in a gesture of surrender. "I'm just here for a drink, Anya. That's it. I'm not looking for trouble."
"You ARE trouble." She shoved him again. Harder this time.
His hand shot out and caught her wrist before she could pull back.
"Let. Go." Anya's voice dropped.
"When you calm down."
"I AM calm. This is me calm. You want to see me not calm? I can show you not calm. I have a whole repertoi
