The bar thrummed with pounding music, the dance floor a writhing sea of bodies swaying under flickering, multicolored lights. Jaxon leaned against the counter, idly swirling the liquor in his glass. His brow furrowed, his gaze drifting repeatedly to the call log on his phone.
Margot hadn't called back after he hung up on her. No relentless badgering, no tantrums. That wasn't like her. Weird, he thought, scoffing to himself. He knew her talk about "settling their grudge" was just another lie to reel him in. Still, his fingers tapped the bar top faster, a restless edge creeping into his sharp features.
His phone buzzed, the ringtone faint against the bar's chaotic pulse, but Jaxon's eyes snapped to it instantly. He let it ring a few times before picking up, his voice slow and deliberate. "
