Jasmine
Davin frowned and took another step forward.
"Well, little boy, you're standing in my restaurant now, so I'm making it my business."
The words landed like a match to gasoline. Conversations around the diner began to die away as nearby customers turned toward us, their forks pausing halfway to their mouths.
I looked from one man to the other, my pulse hammering. Jason's shoulders had gone rigid, while Davin stood unnervingly calm, his arms folded across his chest, blocking the space between us without ever touching him.
If I didn't stop this now, it was going to become something else.
I stepped between them, forcing myself to take a shaky breath.
"Jason, please." I kept my voice low, hoping to keep the attention from spreading any further. "This is becoming a scene. Just... p
