The moment Hunter stepped through the doors of the club, his sharp eyes scanned the room. The music pulsed high, the lights flashing in colors, but he saw a very familiar figure at the other side of the club. Mirabella.

He wasn't pleased that yet again she defiled him and took his words for granted. She was going to pay for it.

She was standing by a table, a tray in her hand, trying to hide her face or pretending she hadn't seen him. But he was well aware that she'd seen him alright. His jaw ...