Immortal, Insatiable, Indomitable. Оливия Гейтс

cacophony. But she did. His hiss seemed to negate every other sound.

      “Leave.”

      She blinked as he receded toward the back exit of the nightclub with the grim tranquility of someone heading to a gunfight. And he’d told her to get while the getting was good.

      The men were following him. Ten of them. The rabid gleam in their eyes was explicit with their intentions. They were going to tear him apart the moment they got him alone.

      Her gaze shot around. Some dancers had noticed the ominous procession and were nudging one another and commenting. No one was bothering to investigate or intervene.

      There might be nothing worth investigating. They might just rough him up a bit over a debt or something.

      But even if that was true, ten to one? She wouldn’t leave anyone to face those odds alone. Hell, back in junior high, she hadn’t even left a tormenting bitch of a classmate alone with the schoolyard bully.

      But someone who’d not only jump-started her dormant hormones, but paid her the kindness of worrying about her safety?

      The last time someone had done that, they’d ended up dead.

      Leave, huh? Good advice. She should take it.

      And she would. If she were someone else.

      She pushed her way through the crowd in her mystery man’s wake.