Angel gasped as something moved from the shadows.
Then came the unmistakable grin.
“Ojore,” she exhaled. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He stepped into the moonlight, eyes glinting. "Told you I’d be watching. Think I’d let you sneak off alone?"
Her heart eased a little at the sight of him. Same easy swagger. Same mischief sparking beneath all the danger. But beneath that grin, something felt heavier tonight—like he was here out of more than just loyalty, carrying a secret sense of duty she hadn’t expected.
“Your aunts—the Fate Sisters,” he said, the humor slipping for a moment. “They asked me to shadow you tonight. Keep you safe. Their words, not mine. Apparently, this mission is of the utmost importance. I said yes because I’m not letting anything happen to you.” His gaze soften
