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She’s a Cyclops?

Wasn’t I just saying there were no signs of them?

But theyarehere—and they’re here as part of the crowd.

Until when?

What’s the signal?

“Oh, good.” Gabriel comes up behind me, slinging his arm over my shoulders. “Benny did her job. She’ll get a gold star for that one.”

I try to shrug him off, but he holds tight.

“Hey, hey,” he chides. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Just the opposite, in fact.”

“The opposite of hurting me?” I scoff. “How’s that?”

“I’m going to point you in the direction of a certain foxy lady… Oh, I’m sorry,golden girl. She might not be too happy to see you, though.” He pouts. “I hate it when Mommy and Daddy fight.”

“Gabriel,” I warn.

He drops the pout and grins. “You’re so easy to manipulate, Reese Avery. But you’re not the only one. So run along and find Artemis, and then you two should get out of here while you still can.”

He gives me a push.

I glance back, but he makes a shooing motion.

“Try the women’s bathroom,” he suggests. “Maybe. Better hurry, though…”

Well, shit. What the hell does that mean?

So much for finding Antonio.

I hate to say it, but I agree with him on one thing. I’ll pick her—and protect her—any damn day.

28SAINT

This is going worsethan expected.

Someone looms in front of me with a tattooed X over their eye. They don’t seem like they belong in Bow & Arrow. They don’t belong in Sterling Falls. But the guy’s gaze skates past me, and then he’s moving on.

Whatever they’re searching for, they clearly haven’t found it.

I glance up.

I don’t know what leads me to, but my attention flicks to the VIP section two stories above, which has a wall of glass to overlook the dance floor I stand on.

And there’s Kade.

My stomach knots the instant he locks eyes with me.

It should be impossible—we’re so far away. I shouldn’t be able to tell he’s looking at me. But then he tips his head to the side, and I blow out a long breath. I push through the crowd, heading for the stairs that will take me up.

I’m not sure what good it’s going to do.

Is there anything I can say that will convince him to retreat? To leave Bow & Arrow alone?

He meets me on the stairs. The bouncer who usually mans the VIP lounge entrance is gone, the path clear. He bodilyherds me away from it, though, and into an alcove. His black t-shirt is form-fitting, and the open jacket doesn’t conceal the gun strapped to his hip. Black pants, black belt. There’s a black bandana loose around his neck, like it was once pulled up over his nose to hide his identity.

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