POV’s Philip
Those eyes were set with determination, her arms stretched out to keep me from passing by her side. Was she forgetting that I could literally body check her off of this stairwell if I wanted to?
Just as I was about to say something to piss her off and shove past her, I caught sight of someone staring.
Penny.
She was next to Eld, but her hold on his arm loosened before she completely let go. There was a weird look on her face. I blinked before glancing back at Tate.
An idea sparked in my mind, probably brought on by the six shots of tequila I’d had earlier. I lifted my hand, reaching forward.
Tate froze, those pretty eyes tracking my every move as I reached forward, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face, and tucking it behind her ear.
Honestly, the wide-eyed
