Page 54 of Knight’s Dominion

Grace disconnected without another word, afraid of what she’d say, and followed the rest of her crew. Right now was for saying goodbye to Tina.

Grace walked up to the burly shifter manning the entrance to Toxic, and he let her straight in with a wink.

The Roxburgh sex club was the last place she should be right now. She should be with her crew getting ready for the battle later, or going through their game plan for tonight with the knights.

A weird feeling fluttered through her belly and she squashed it. It was easier to tell herself she was here because Chaya worked with her, that she might have some important intel that could help them tonight, or that Grace needed to let her know what was going on.

Never mind that Mia would have spoken to her sister already, possibly Zenon as well.

No, she wouldn’t allow herself to actively think about her real reason for coming here, that she couldn’t ignore the niggling thought growing in the back of her mind another moment.

She spotted Chaya and Brent instantly, they were sitting in a booth by the bar. Chaya was dressed in skintight leather and Brent was at her side wearing one of his slick suits. The little Domme had her hand possessively on her husband’s thigh as he stared at her intently, nostrils flaring, heat and longing written all over his face. God, hungry as hell for his wife.

Grace sucked in a breath, envy spiraling through her when Chaya gave him a little nod and Brent all but pounced, kissing her so thoroughly even Grace’s knees went weak.

A certain huge, confusing, sexy, dominant male entered her head, and her body heated instantly.

Grace approached them, passing couples in various stages of play. Some out there fucking for all to see. Brent had always kept the serious play behind doors, but a lot had changed since he and Chaya had married.

Chaya pulled back as Grace reached their booth, and Brent actually growled in frustration. Chaya’s eyes narrowed at him and she made a tut-tut sound. Someone had obviously been misbehaving, no doubt on purpose knowing Brent.

Chaya smiled warmly. “Grace! Come join us.”

Brent turned to her, a pained look on his face. “Hey, sweetheart, what’s going on?”

If anyone else called her sweetheart, she’d break their nose, but Brent was far too charming for his own good. Grace slid into the booth across from them and Brent signaled someone to bring them drinks.

“You heard about Tina?”

Chaya nodded, eyes getting glassy. “James told me.”

“And I take it Mia and Zenon filled you in on everything else going on, what’s going down tonight?”

“You need our help?” Chaya said.

Brent leaned forward. “I spoke to Laz, he told me about Roc. Shit’s getting critical. You need another fighter tonight?”

“Always,” she said.

He dipped his chin as Chaya threaded her fingers through her husband’s, gripping tight. He glanced at her, something moving between them, communicating with just a look. His gaze came back to Grace. “I’ll be there.”

A male delivered their drinks and Grace waited for him to leave before she spoke. “I want anything you can get on Oden. There’s something seriously off about that male. Anything, it’s all important.”

Chaya reached over and gave her hand a squeeze. “You got it. I’ll put the feelers out.”

“Thanks.” Grace took a sip of her drink.

Chaya scrutinized Grace in a way that made her shift in her seat. “But that’s not the only reason you’re here? What’s going on?”

Grace glanced at Brent. She knew he wouldn’t repeat anything she said, but Chaos and the other knights were his friends. Talking about any of this in front of him was kind of awkward.

“I’m just going to check on, ah…something,” he said, reading her look easily.

He turned to Chaya, the heat returning in his gaze. “I’ll await your summons, Mistress.”

Chaya watched her husband walk away, a possessive, loved-up expression on her face that Grace actually envied.

Then she turned back to Grace. “Right, get talking. You’re acting all twitchy and weird, and I don’t even know where to start with your emotional state.”