Hans pointed to a private room behind him. “A server was taking a delivery in there, and I peeked in. I saw both your wives sitting there, and next to them was…”
“Was what?” Finnian shot up and grabbed Hans by the collar. He had reason to be on edge. A place like this was sleazy, and Hans’s hesitation was making him imagine the worst.
“Hey, hey!” Hans yelped, instinctively about to say it was nothing before catching himself. “You should probably just go see for yourselves. It’s hard to explain…”
Finnian released him. He and Dorian exchanged a look, and without another word, they strode toward the private room.
***
After getting Lucian’s text, Amara and Elysia had tidied up and headed to the bar. Elysia, still raw from her constant fights with Dorian, was in a foul mood. The moment they arrived, she threw an arm around Lucian’s shoulders. “Have you ordered yet? Pour your big sister a drink.”
A small smile touched Lucian’s lips before vanishing. He poured Elysia a drink and then turned to Amara. “What would you like, Ama?” He knew she didn’t drink alcohol.
Amara held up the carton of milk she’d brought. “I came prepared. Don’t worry about me.” Lucian nodded.
They were in a private room, shielded from view, so Amara felt perfectly comfortable sipping her milk. She leaned back on the leather sofa, watching Elysia and Lucian interact. If they got together, it would be a classic case of an older woman with a younger man. But observing them, she noticed that while Elysia seemed to be the dominant one, it was Lucian who was constantly reigning her in. She was drinking too fast and smoking too much, and he kept gently reminding her to slow down and eat some fruit instead.
It was him again. The same man she’d emerged from a room with, the one who had left a hickey on her.
In that moment, Dorian lost all reason. Without waiting for an explanation, he lunged forward and threw a punch at Lucian. This time, Lucian was ready. He pushed Elysia aside with one hand and blocked Dorian’s fist with the other. But Dorian’s second punch was already flying, and the two men were soon wrestling on the sofa.
“What the hell are you doing?” Elysia screamed, her anger directed entirely at Dorian for starting the fight.
When he’d first heard Amara and Elysia were at a bar, Finnian had been uneasy. He knew places like this were magnets for trouble and didn’t want Amara in an unsafe environment. Hans’s vague words had only fueled his concern.

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