Adrian takes the drinks from the bartender before turning to hand me mine. As my hand is about to close on the glass, a clawed hand intercepts. Dominic places the gin and tonic back on the bar with deliberate force. His golden eyes lock onto Adrian, unblinking and burning with warning. “I don’t know who you are,” he says, his voice low and rough, “but you’re standing too close to something that belongs to me.” Adrian’s smirk falters, but Dominic doesn’t stop, leaning in just enough to make the air between them crackle with tension. “I suggest you remember that before you try to hand her
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