BoB POV
I’d already clocked the way my client, Miss Ravencroft, was standing with that guy.
My first instinct was to close the distance and put myself between them.
Habit. That’s what she paid me for. But she didn’t look cornered.
No raised voice, no flinch, no scent of real fear cutting through the night air. Just… tension. Thick and ugly.
The man, though?
His eyes locked on me as I’d pissed in his coffee.
If looks could kill, I’d already be a smear on the sidewalk.
I didn’t know him from Adam. No history, no reason for the pure, undiluted hate rolling off him. My steps slowed without my meaning them to.
Something in my gut twisted.
I moved back to her side anyway, and the second I got close, the full force of him hit me.
Alpha. No question.
The dominance that pressed a
