The sound of boots pounding against wet pavement grew closer. Raven could feel the vibrations through the wall at her back, her body pressed between cold brick and the dangerous warmth of Jaxon Vega.

He didn’t move at first. His stillness was more unnerving than the approaching footsteps. One hand was on his gun, the other still curled possessively around her hip.

“You’re going to get caught between protecting me and shooting them,” she whispered.

His gaze locked on hers. “That’s ...