ADINNA’S POV
Dean wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and murmurs something to the others. “Let’s find something better to do,” he says, voice flat, like he’s already bored.
Jace laughs, short and careless. “You’re no fun.” He tosses the empty glass on a table and stretches like a cat. Salem gives a low hum of agreement, smirking as if he knows something the rest of us don’t. Then both of them turn and fade into the glittering crowd.
Dean follows them a few seconds later, but not before glancing at me. Just one look. Quick, unreadable, and enough to make my stomach twist. His eyes don’t look angry, not exactly—they just carry that quiet warning, like he’s silently telling me to stay alert.
Hunter doesn’t move. He stands there, motionless, his gaze locked on me. The buzz of the ba
