Soren followed the path of his gaze. He arched a brow. “Dude looks like a mobster.” Jay’s smile faltered a little. “No, he doesn’t. He looks like Alexei.” Soren grinned sharply at him. “That’s a mobster name.” “It isn’t,” Jay insisted, feeling vaguely insulted on behalf of his regular. “It’s an Alexei name.”
