Page 39 of Savior

I could see my own hair hanging nearly to the stage. “This is completely insane,” I said.

“You’re doing it.”

“Are you still holding me?”

Jade laughed. “Yes. Now come down before you get ambitious.”

She guided me back until my feet found the floor. Blood rushed strangely through my head.

I stood still for a second. Then I looked at her.

“Again.”

She pointed at me. “I knew it.”

I smiled.

Something changed behind her.

Not the music. Not the lights. The room.

Rook had stopped smiling.

Ruckus lowered his drink. His eyes were closed like he didn’t want to see what happened next.

Micah said, very distinctly, “Oh, shit.”

Clayton looked at them. “What?” he asked. Then he followed their eyes. Whatever alcohol he’d had seemed to leave his body instantly.

I was already reaching for the pole again.

“What?” I repeated.

Nobody answered.

Jade glanced over her shoulder. Her eyebrows went up.

I followed her gaze toward the entrance.

Declan. He stood just inside with two football players behind him. Tanner and Wes, I thought. I barely registered them.

I barely registered anything but him.

He wore dark jeans and a black T-shirt stretched across shoulders broad enough to make the men around him look oddly unfinished.

His face had gone completely still.

His pale hazel eyes had not.

They were on me.

Not the stage. Not Jade. Me.

There was no coldness in them. No disdain. Nothing remotely resembling indifference.

He looked furious. More than furious.

Something hot and raw moved beneath it.