XARION'S POV
I can see the exact moment my words register with Megan, and her head snaps toward me, eyes flashing with irritation.
"Excuse me?" she says, her voice cold despite the slight slur. "Since when do you get to decide what I've had enough of?"
"Since you started looking like you're about to fall off your chair," I reply evenly, keeping my tone calm even though I can feel the tension crackling between us.
She narrows her eyes at me, leaning forward slightly. "Mind your business, Xarion."
"You are my business," I say evenly before I can stop myself.
Alpha Aaron clears his throat awkwardly, clearly sensing the change in atmosphere, but before anyone can say anything else, music starts playing through the bar's sound system.
Something upbeat. Something with a rhythm that immedi
