Up in the velvet-lined shadows of the VIP booth, the air was thick with the scent of expensive bourbon and the heavy, rhythmic thrum of the bass vibrating through the floor. Killian and Marcus stood side-by-side at the glass railing, their drinks in hand.
Below, the dance floor was a chaotic sea of motion, but neither man saw the crowd. Their eyes were locked on two specific women—one in forest green, the other a lethal flash of red silk and white denim.
"Look at them," Marcus murmured, a slow, disbelieving grin spreading across his face. "I’ve known you since we were pulling all-nighters in grad school, Killian. I have never once seen you look the way you look right now. You’re one second away from jumping that railing."
Killian didn't take his eyes off Raya. He watched the way her hai
