Fingered on the Dance Floor

The question hung in the charged space between us, heavy with unspoken violence, and I blinked up at Vance, forcing wide, uncomprehending innocence into my expression even as my pulse battered against my ribs. “Who you are? Vance, what is he talking about?”

Krusk didn’t give him room to answer. “Let’s find a table,” the scarred giant broke in, his voice oily and entirely too relaxed. “Share a cou