Dariel’s [POV]

Kade hurls his glass of whiskey at a guy’s head. The guy dodges the glass, but not the table Kade follows it up with.

“What thefuck?” Aden breathes, likely staring at the monitor on my wall with the same level of mounting disbelief that I am.

In the next second, they’re on each other. Tables go down, customers leap from their seats and sprint for the exit.

I’m pounding down the stairs a beat later, Aden close behind.

The reason Kade would decide to launch a ...