The air inside the club was molten thick with sweat, perfume, and the metallic tang of danger.

Jaxon didn’t let go of me. Not once. His palm splayed against my hip, guiding me deeper into the crowd, his body a wall between me and the rest of the world.

Every strobe of light illuminated faceslaughing, kissing, drunkbut it also lit them. The hunters. I spotted one by the bar, scanning the dance floor with the kind of stillness that didn’t belong in a place like this.

“They’re here,” ...