Meredith.
I didn't wait for Dennis to finish that statement. The next second, I yanked my hand from Draven's grip and cut in with a glare sharp enough to slice him in half.
"I dare you to finish that sentence. I promise you will walk around Duskmoor City with recognition marks on your face."
Dennis immediately raised both hands in surrender. "Nope. I don't want trouble with you."
"Too late," Draven said smoothly, his tone like steel wrapped in velvet. "You just got yourself in one."
I blinked, turning to him. "What?"
Draven's gaze stayed on mine, his lips curving faintly. "Would you like to watch a match tomorrow at noon? Dennis against three of my best-trained warriors."
My grin came so fast I couldn't stop it. "Yes."
Dennis groaned. "Oh, come on—"
But I was already imagining it, and the thought alone made my mood soar.
A few minutes later, we stepped out into the sun. Draven's men were already waiting, lined neatly beside the three black cars in convoy.
