Allie’s POV.
"f**k, I'm dead," I muttered under my breath, my words a silent prayer to the gods that Hayden and Hunter wouldn't make their way to my table. But deep down, I knew that they would. Their presence was like a magnetic force, pulling me towards them against my will.
As I shoveled food into my mouth, my eyes fixed firmly on my plate, I felt a warm hand touch my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Wade asked, concern etched into his features.
I looked up, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace.
Before I could respond I heard the sound of his voice, the rich timbre that carried a hint of authority, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
Hunter's frown, an expression that was equal parts confusion and concern, was like a spotlight on my turmoil.
"She's fine," he said, his
