Two predators... suddenly aware of an intruder.
James’s gaze flicked across the table briefly, taking in everyone—Ryker, Cara, Brandon—before returning to me.
“What are you doing here, James?”
My voice came out colder than I expected.
His face was unreadable, but his eyes searched the room until they found me. And stayed there.
Rafe was the first to react. He didn’t speak, just shifted slightly so his leg pressed against mine, his hand brushing along my back in a quiet reminder: you’re not alone.
“It’s alright,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. Calm, but alert.
Rhys, however, was not calm. Not even close. His smile was gone. His gaze sharpened. Predatory. Protective. Pissed.
He stood slowly, the way predators do when they’re deciding whether they need to rip something apart or w
