Date = 12 June
Place = San Francisco (Inferno)
POV - Enrique
“AAAAAAAAaaaahh!”
The scream shatters the air like ice, so sharp and raw it makes my skin crawl. For one petrified heartbeat, no one breathes. Even the fluorescent bathroom light flickers as if startled.
“Mel!” we shout in unison, voices cracking, faces drained to the color of ash.
We stumble out of the bathroom in a tangle of limbs, only to find the brat practically airborne — launching straight into Damion’s arms. Her mouth crushes against his, and suddenly they’re lip-locked, pawing each other like hormone-crazed teenagers.
Alejandro scans his eyes over us, frowns, nods a greeting, and makes a beeline for the bar. Jinx, ever the shadow, pads right at his side, ears flicking back in silent judgment. Axel grimaces, mirror
