The bar was quiet, as it usually was during the early evening shift. Only a few regulars sat scattered at the tables, nursing drinks and chatting in low voices. It was the kind of stillness that let me drift, going through the motions without having to think too much. And after the mess of the last few days—Izzy, the argument with Renna, the ridiculous marriage plan—it was exactly what I needed.
I wiped down the bar, trying to keep my focus on the task at hand and not on the whirlwind of thoughts in my head. The familiar routine was soothing, helping me forget, if only for a while.
That’s when she walked in.
I didn’t recognize her at first but Asena assured me there were devious intentions. She was just another girl from the pack, one of the many faces that blurred together when I tried
