"I will f*****g kill him," Killian growled, his voice dropping into a register that was pure, lethal promise. He actually started to turn back toward the exit, his shoulders squared, looking ready to tear through the entire club to find the guy.
Raya quickly stepped into his path, placing her hands flat against his chest to anchor him. "Just let's forget about it for now, please," she said, her voice soft but firm enough to catch his attention.
Killian looked down at her, his chest heaving with a dangerous, erratic rhythm, the fury still rolling off him in waves.
Raya’s expression shifted, a wicked, playful light returning to her eyes. She leaned in close, hooking her fingers into the belt loops of his trousers. "Dance with me, Killian. Make me forget about that scum." She looked up at
