[Vance’s POV]
I slowly begin to move, making my way through the club while keeping my gaze fixed on the fae man that is heading toward the bar. When he takes a seat, I take the one beside him and wait as the bartender makes his way over to me.
“What’ll it be?” He asks, eyeing me curiously. “If it involves blood, I have to admit that we are fresh out.”
At his words, the fae man beside me jerks, and his gaze snaps to me. Immediately, his eyes flash a dangerous ice blue as energy begins to ripple around him, but before he can actually attack, the bartender shoots him a look of warning.
“I’ve told you before, Atticus,” he snaps. “This is a place of peace, and there are to be no confrontations in here. If you have a bone to pick with this gentleman, then take it outside.”
Chuckling, I tear
