“Alaric! You made it!”
Roxie startled at the high-pitched, excited voice of her friend, who suddenly jumped out of her seat and threw her arms around the man who had stopped at their table.
All Roxie could do was stare. The man, Alaric, wasn’t what she’d expected when Zinnia mentioned a friend. Not that Roxie had been given much time to even form an image in her mind before the man materialized at their table like a summoned demon. Although Roxie had to admit, if demons looked like this man, then she’d understand why hell was crowded.
Damn it. Roxie gave her head a mental shake. Those weren’t the thoughts she wanted swirling in her head right now. Damn it. The dread in the pit of her stomach grew. Suddenly, Roxie felt set up, and she didn’t like it.
As though to prove Roxie’s suspic
