CHAPTER EIGHT
PLEASANCE SPUN THE cold glass of wine between her fingers and looked around the crowded bar. She took note of all the happy, carefree faces and suddenly wished she had that same carefree feeling back in her life.
She turned to Alfric and took note of the intense look in his eyes as he scanned the bar with a decidedly different purpose than she’d had when she’d looked around. She knew he was searching for any sign of Raia’s men.
Pleasance sighed and sipped from her glass. Suddenly Alfric stood up and raised his hand, looking toward the entrance to the bar. A moment later Alastair, his hand possessively resting on the back of a dark haired beauty as he approached, Percy, Edric, and Godric could be seen working their way through the mass of humanity between them and the door.
