Page 31 of Dying in Flames (Reborn 4)
Unfortunately, before we knew it, we were pulling up to the massive club that was hosting the party. My jaw clenched, realizing that the absurd amount of media here meant that someone had notified them we would be coming. It was a goddamn circus.
Maya tensed, looking suddenly nervous, and I kissed her shoulder in what I hoped was a comforting gesture.
“Atlas, keep Bella in your coat? I am worried the camera flashes will hurt her eyes.”
Good call, kitten.
“We can try to go in a back way,” Marco pointed out.
Her gaze moved to the limo ahead, containing Jordan and her mates, which had rounded the bend. She shook her head and put on a brave face, making me appreciate—not for the first time—how brave our little mate was.
I helped her out of the limo when we came to a stop, and the cameras immediately began flashing as we walked down the small black carpet, Maya in the space between myself and Marco, all of us forced into a single-file line. It was such bullshit.
When some asshole reached out to touch Maya, I caught his hand easily, and his cry was lost in the crowd as I snapped his wrist and quickly let go, urging Maya forward as if nothing had happened. I had no doubt she had seen it, but she didn’t seem upset in the least. Ledger chuckled behind me, making me know he’d seen the interaction.
As we finally stepped inside, he offered me a look. “You good, man?”
“Oh, absolutely.” I smirked and then went serious. “I want this to be an amazing night for Maya.”
Even if I had to snap a few wrists to make it happen.
