Old Wounds

ROWAN’S POV

“We’ll consider it,” Vance says, and his voice is smooth as glass. Perfectly unreadable. “Thank you for the invitation.”

“My pleasure.” Mateo inclines his head. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

He melts back into the crowd, leaving destruction in his wake.

Vance doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even look at me as he releases my hand and moves toward the bar with a measured stride that