“Dev dresses like he’s heading to a board meeting—button-up, slacks, the whole nine yards. But he keeps blades tucked in his belt. Blood mage.”
“And Ash?”
“He’s a wild dog. Silver-brown hair, mismatched eyes. He’d sooner rip your head off than talk to you. Don’t get in his sights – he can … fixate.”
That was the second time I had been warned about Ash.
My stomach turned to ice. “Great.”
“What?”
“Ash. When I got here—he came racing up the stairs to Wild’s office. He saw me.”
Jess froze. “Did he say something?”
“There you are,” I whispered.
She stared. “Well, fuck. If he’s already got you in his sights—jeez, Harrin.”
“Seph.”
“Seph, then. Rule still stands. Stay away from him and maybe he’ll forget.”
But I remembered the way he’d looked at me—the way the air had twisted between us.
Somehow, I didn’t think that was going to happen.
Jess’s foot nudged mine, sharp. “Don’t look. But here comes K and Dev.”
I ducked my head, pretending to study my tray. Around us, conversation died—the whole room holding its breath.
Curiosity burned through my good sense.
I looked up.
Blue eyes met mine.
Recognition hit like a blade to the ribs.
The blood drained from my face, but I couldn’t look away.
And neither could he.
Kieran.
My former friend.
My once best friend.
The king of the killers.
Chapter 6
Kieran
What the actual fuck.
Dev walked straight into my back. “What’s up, K?”
