Trevon wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close, as we walked into Crimson’s Nouveau, an upscale dining restaurant in the center of the city. Couples sat at the rustic bar in the center of the room, waiters placed plates of food in front of people in black leather booths, and the hostess who was standing in front of a chalky brick wall gave us a perplexed look when we just walked right by her.
“Aren’t we getting a table?” I asked Trevon.
He gazed down at me, leading me through a maze of people. “We’re meeting Maria and Eros here,” he said.
I stopped, pressed my lips together, and yanked on his sleeve. “What?”
“We’re meeting—”
“Why? Why them?” The only plan that I had come up with today after my little chat with Dr. U was to avoid Eros. No, not confront the problem head on like
