Raven had secretly slipped outside through the back door of the clubhouse and was now standing near the far edge of the main group of bikers. She was talking very quietly and intensely to one of the older, disgruntled Reapers from the old guard section. She kept glancing nervously toward the rival Devils enforcers, then her dark eyes would flick back toward the windows of the clubhouse, staring straight toward the kitchen where she knew I was hiding. She had a cold, calculating look on her face that made the hairs on my arms stand up.
Riley noticed the exact same thing from where she was standing beside the sink, her face twisting into a deep frown as she dropped her kitchen knife onto the counter. “That bitter b***h is up to something terrible again, Tessa. She just cannot let it go.”
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