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Damn, is it hot in here, or is it just me?I prayed for the former.
Dark brows lowered as Jamison studied me across the expanse, and I read his pure desire to get me out of this lion’s den.
I shook my head lightly, hoping he’d understand my signal to stick to the plan.
Snatching a drink off the tray of a passing server, I almost gasped when the man shot me a wink.
Those familiar cerulean eyes, the styled, golden hair, the shadow of a beard on his strong, angled jaw, and his honed body hidden by a server uniform—a take on a tuxedo, complete with tales.Thane.
He was there and gone before I could fully react, which was probably a good thing. The tease of his scent hit me like a bolt of lightning. My mouth watered at the decadent hint of chocolate and caramel that lingered as he slid gracefully through the crowd, serving tray held high.
Another wave of heat washed over me, so potent it left me dizzy for a moment.
I took a sip of champagne, hoping it would cool me down and give me some liquid courage to see this night through. A buzz wouldn’t hurt either.
Maybe it would distract me from how sexy my men looked all dressed up.
“Don’t drink too much,”Knox warned, voice rough and all business.“You need to stay in full control of your faculties.”
Sighing, I set the glass on the next tray that passed, letting a random server carry it away.
What I wouldn’t give for some water for my parched throat and warm cheeks.
My flush deepened when Knox rumbled,“Good girl.”
I cleared my throat, glancing discreetly around the room, wondering where he hid that gave him such a good view of the room, and, more importantly, of me. Nothing obvious jumped out, but that was probably a good thing. If I couldn’t see him, hopefully, Pack Silver couldn’t either.
I forged my way through the crowd, marveling at the way the Alphas parted ways to let me pass.
Small cocktail tables were set up along the perimeter and a dance floor occupied the middle of the room. While there were only a handful of Omegas in attendance, several bejeweled Betas danced with partners to the string quartet playing to the right of the stage.
A number of security personnel stood along the walls, and one of them grinned at me when my gaze skirted over him. I knew those royal blue eyes and that messy blond hair. He lifted his wrist as though he were talking into some hidden comm device, and I caught sight of the snake tattoo peeking from the sleeve of his all-black suit.
That’s Slade.The rest of Pack Jacobs was here too, scattered throughout the room in various capacities, offering me more protection and backup. The reminder that my men and I weren’t alone steadied the rapid beat of my heart.
He looked like a member of the president’s secret service, which made sense, given how highly Anton thought himself. He’d hired a private security firm after his stint in jail. Felix had somehow hacked their database and inserted Slade and Enoch as employees.
Thanks to the quiet man’s expertise, it hadn’t been as difficult as I’d originally thought to sneak ourselves in on the fringes of this event, posing as staff and benefactors.
Anton had no idea we were coming for him.
You’ve been nothing but a headache and a disappointment. It’ll be so sweet to watch your downfall.The memory of his words poisoned the back of my mind as I wove through the crowd, trying to cut a path to the other side of the room where Anton, Huck, and Reed were mingling near the stage.
I needed to be front and center when he stepped to the dais and took the microphone.
“Demi!” a feminine voice called just loud enough to stop me in my tracks. I whirled and spotted a beautiful woman in a sleek black gown slipping through the crowd.
“Julia!” I breathed and threw my arms out a second before she was close enough, then wrapped her in a hug.
“Everything is set,” she murmured right against my ear, barely a whisper of sound.
Pulling away, she tucked a lock of dark hair back. She’d styled it to droop seductively over one eye, obscuring part of her face while the rest had been pinned into a fancy hairdo. With a full face of heavy makeup, I barely recognized her, which had been her goal.
Omegas naturally drew attention, but even I would have trouble reconciling the woman before me with the one from the auction if I didn’t know any better.
She motioned toward the four towering men who surreptitiously surrounded us like human shields. “Demi, these are my brothers, Dimitri, Giovanni, Tommas, and Marco.”
“You can call me Mars,” the last one smiled charmingly, the expression only slightly diminished by the scar cutting through the left side of his mouth.
