(Cassidy)
Dane was halfway across the club before either of us spoke. The crowd moved around him without slowing him down. His eyes found mine first and stayed there for a second before shifting to Zander. The change in him was immediate.
Most people wouldn't have noticed it. I did because I'd spent years around him. I knew the difference between calm Dane and angry Dane. This was angry Dane.
Not loud and not explosive. Just angry in a way that made my stomach tighten. The kind that didn't show itself until it was already too late. The kind that usually ended badly for whoever caused it.
"Price."
Zander looked at him.
"Mercer."
Neither man offered a hand and neither man smiled. The air between them felt tight enough to snap. I stepped forward immediately because I already knew where
