Killian returned a moment later, holding a crystal lowball glass filled with a rich, dark amber liquid. He set it down in front of her, the ice clinking softly against the glass.
"One dirty whiskey for my wild girl," he murmured, his voice a low rumble meant only for her ears.
He slid into the seat right beside her, his large frame immediately shifting to claim her space. He draped one heavy arm over the back of her chair, his fingers lightly brushing against the soft cashmere at her shoulder, effectively cutting her off from the rest of the room. He leaned in close, the scent of his cologne mixing with the sharp tang of the alcohol.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Raya?" he asked, his dark eyes searching her face, looking for any sign of overwhelm beneath her fierce exterior.
Raya smiled,
