Scarlet POV
It’s subtle, probably wouldn’t even look weird to anyone else, but every nerve in my body prickles.
“You new here?” he asks, casual like we’re chatting at a normal bar, not this bar.
“Kinda,” I say, hoping short answers will send the hint.
He smiles wider, like he thinks we’re flirting now. “Thought so. You got that...fresh energy.” His eyes flick over me, not in an obvious, sleazy way, but it’s enough that my stomach knots tighter.
I shift on the stool, glance around again. Still no April.
“You looking for something specific tonight?” he asks, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
My fingers tighten around my glass. “No. Just drinks with a friend.”
He leans in, just a little, just enough that I catch a whiff of his cologne, something dark and sharp. “You know,
