Wren paused in his doorway and saw Roane with his back to the desk. He gazed over the club below him. She couldn’t see from below, but she knew he’d be there and he was.
Gregory had passed the message that Davy was there. The ones who knew what she meant to Roane felt her presence immediately. They understood why a sudden intensity swept around the club and most of them waited. They watched warily to see what might happen next. Wren knew that her master wouldn’t be leaving this spot for the rest of the night.
“Are you going to stand there and watch the whole night?”
Roane didn’t turn around. He’d known she was there before she opened the door.
When he didn’t answer, she took a seat on one of his leather couches and swung a leg over the armrest. “So what’s the plan? Are you going to kic
