Zach’s grin didn’t look like charity. It looked like a man who had just found a coin in a gutter and decided he could buy the gutter as well.
“Come with me,” he said to Emma and Diva with the casual cruelty of someone shifting chess pieces. “You’ll be safer at my place. Healers, beds ... and I’ll keep the loan sharks off your tails. For tonight, at least.”
Diva’s nostrils flared. She didn’t trust the man who’d shot a bottle in the club like a bell. The offer smelled like bait. “Why the sudden generosity?” she asked flat and sharp, the words like blades.
Her wolf nudged a thought into her head, stupidly delighted: "He likes you. He’s interested." Diva shoved the thought away like a fly.
Zach shrugged as if to prove how small the favor was. “Emma’s drunk and collapsed. That’s bad for bu
