Her jaw tightened slightly.
“Cute. We don’t have time for that.”
Trigger folded his arms nearby, already irritated.
“Lady, you dragged Wolf out here at midnight in a thunderstorm. Start talking.”
Ava looked toward the staircase briefly.
One glance.
But enough.
She knew someone else was upstairs.
Sharp.
Very sharp.
When she looked back at me, her expression changed slightly.
“You have Felicity McKenna here.”
Not a question.
My entire body went still.
Behind me, upstairs?—
A floorboard creaked softly.
Flick heard everything.
Wolf swore quietly under his breath.
Trigger’s posture changed instantly.
Danger mode.
“How do you know that name?” I asked calmly.
Ava held my stare.
“Because the cartel found another witness.”
Silence slammed through the tavern.
The girl beside her wrapped both arms around herself tighter, visibly shaking.
Ava’s voice lowered.
“And if we don’t move fast…”
She glanced toward the stairs again.
“They’re going to realize Felicity’s here.”
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