The sound of the coffee mug hitting the floor echoed through the clubhouse.
For one heartbeat, nobody moved.
The broken pieces scattered across the old hardwood, dark coffee spreading
between the cracks. I stood in the office doorway, staring at Eve.
She stared back.
Her face had gone completely pale.
She had heard us.
Damn it.
I took one step towards her.
"Eve—"
She backed away.
"What did he mean?"
The question came out barely above a whisper.
I looked over my shoulder at Cal. The old biker stood behind me, his face hard and
unreadable.
"What did he mean?" she asked again, louder this time.
Dani rushed over from the common room after hearing the mug break. Her eyes
bounced between the three of us.
"What happened?"
Eve never looked away from me.
"He said I'm the rightf
