“So …” Vanessa said, sipping on her second Brawl Brew of the night at the Night Raider’s Café, a large tree-shaded café perched between five different packs that doubled as a club during the wee hours of the morning. She leaned closer to me, her breasts brushing against my forearm. “What’s going on with you and Roman?”
I pressed my lips together. “Nothing,” I said. Not that it was any of her business.
The waiter came over, setting another drink down in front of her.
“Isabella needs another one too!” she said.
The guy raised a brow at me, and I shook my head. Moon Goddess, I didn’t want to end up like Vanessa, who had undone the top two buttons of her shirt and was nodding her head offbeat with the music.
She leaned even closer, and I pressed against Derek’s arm, trying to put as much
