leans over the high-top table, shouting over the music I cannot believe you made it twenty-one years without getting arrested. That’s gotta be some kind of record for you.

grinning, already half a drink in Nah, she’s just good at not gettin’ caught. Big difference.

waves a dismissive hand Please. Zayden’s had her in the back of his cruiser more times than either of us can count. The only reason she’s got a clean record is that he keeps erasing it.

snickers That man’s got the patience of a damn saint.

What the fuck?

turns, blinking Excuse me? Watch where you’re standin’.

stands up straight, eyes blazing I was standin’ at my table, sweetheart. You’re the one who can’t walk in heels.

The hell did you just say to me?

steps between them Alright, alright. Let’s everybody calm down before—

shoves Jace hard in the chest Back off, man.

stumbles, then straightens, jaw tight Oh, you picked the wrong night for that.