Azzmi doesn’t recognize the man standing in front of her, but she doesn’t really care. He’s handsome, almost like a prince, with a similar build to Raven, but there’s a different energy about him.

“The name’s Melvin,” he says, his white smile lighting up his face. “I hope you don’t mind if I join you.” He exudes confidence, almost to the point of arrogance. But it’s nothing Azzmi can’t handle. She’s dealt with Raven, after all.

As she looks at him, her mind drifts back ...