The doors swung open with a low chime.
Mack stepped in first, broad shoulders cutting a path through the warmth of the buzzing room. Zane and the others trailed behind him, dressed down but still lethal. Wherever they went, the energy shifted — darker, sharper.
But Mack’s focus was locked in the moment he saw her.
Viola.
She didn’t notice him yet. Her hair was out of the bun, falling in soft waves around her face. She moved between tables, taking an order, smiling politely, biting her bottom lip in that distracted way she did when she was thinking.
She had no idea how badly he wanted to devour her.
Mack didn’t sit. Not yet. He leaned against the edge of the booth, his hand resting near his waistband, where the grip of his Glock sat hidden under his loose grey shirt. His sweats hung l
