Chapter 6

NADINE

I took another drink, the ice chiming quietly against the glass as I attempted to concentrate on anything other than the heat of his gaze still seared into my flesh.

It was absurd.

It was infuriating.

I had no right to be bothered with whatever sullen, sulking fit Ronan Vane was having across the room. And yet, I could feel it. Feel him.

I brushed the thought aside and faced the bar again,