CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
She knew the exact moment everything went to shenghi. Her leg started to twitch and a spike of remembered pain speared through her upper arm. Massaging the muscle, she searched the bar for the source of her unease. When she saw him, her eyes sprang wide. Her skin turned to ice and she ducked low in her chair. Don’t see me!
Raising her hand up to cover her face, Toni refused to look back at the door. In her mind, she pictured him as she’d just seen him, slouched in the well-lit doorway looking all mysterious and dangerous.
Curiosity was a curse. After a long moment, she glanced up just in time to see Daniel Colten fall into the lap of a Nymph sitting at a table in the center. The woman’s pale, lime-kissed skin looked burnished bronze under the bar’s lighting. The two fin
