"Aaaah—!"
The throbbing club music was suddenly ripped apart by a woman's shriek. Mr. Radiance's brow furrowed as his deep voice cut through the noise. "What the hell was that?"
Ruckus craned his neck to peek, then waved it off with a smirk. "Relax, just some woman making a fuss."
Bar dramas were commonplace. Carlos couldn't be bothered, lifting his glass instead. Then—his eyelid twitched uncontrollably. His palm pressed against his chest.
Strange.
Why this nagging, uneasy feeling?
Back on the main floor, Alicia Beyond slammed her hands on the bar and jumped down, fiery eyes locked on the red-faced drunk before her. "Mr. Connor, keep your hands to yourself!"
She scrubbed her left hand where he'd touched her, disgusted. Who'd have thought this wolf in sheep's clothing would turn into
