Saige’s [POV]

Regret is a foul taste in my mouth as I fumble with the lock on the bar's front door.

Jerking my head around, my eyes clash with Dariel’s green stare as he sprints toward me. Another growl rumbles up his throat, the sound so visceral I feel it brush against my chest. I hadn’t believed he would take one look at me and shift, even after what I’d heard him shout before.

If I’d known that would be his response, I wouldn’t have left the bathroom.

I finally get the door ...