CHAPTER THIRTY:
“You really think we can do this without it blowing up in our faces?” Lyra asked, hands planted on the restaurant counter as she stared at Dimitri across the polished wood.
Dimitri looked up from the stack of menus, eyes fierce with that same intensity that had once terrified her. “We already survived worse. This?” He gestured around the newly renovated space—warm lights, fresh paint, the smell of garlic and herbs already drifting from the kitchen. “This is the easy part.”
“Easy?” She laughed, but it came out shaky. “Opening night in two hours. Half the city still whispers about us. What if someone from old life shows up looking for payback?”
He rounded the counter in two strides and pulled her against him, strong hands steady on her waist. “Then we handle it together.
