Celeste writhes and thrashes in the men’s hold, sick to her stomach.
Just as Archon is about to have his way, the door bursts open.
She uses the distraction to bite down on Emorott’s wrist until she draws blood, leaving a mark that will likely scar.
Emorott hisses in pain, his glare shifting to the intruder. Celeste looks over in panic.
Dark brown hair and ice-blue eyes lock with hers—an instantly familiar face. Maverick, the male who helped her earlier!
His eyes blaze with violence. Archon and Emorott stiffen under the thick, threatening aura that fills the room. Both men release Celeste and turn toward Maverick.
“This isn’t your business, boy. Get lost,” they growl, their distaste plain.
But Maverick doesn’t relent. Archon hisses, “Let’s go. It’ll get rowdy and draw attention—we d
