_Rowena's POV_
Rita was still talking when I suddenly felt presence arrive.
It wasn't a sound exactly, It was more like a shift in the air, the way a room changes when more people walk into it even before you turn around and see them. Something in Kyra stirred and I was already turning before my eyes had caught up.
Dickson walked out of the dark with four men spread out behind him.
He was much older than I had remembered him. He also looked pretty. The kind of man who had spent decades being obeyed and it had settled into his body as a permanent assumption. He looked at me with amusement, probably because he came with people to protect his disgusting self. Like the decision had been made long before tonight and this was just the execution of it.
He didn't raise his voice.
