against her, hot and sweaty, but she didn't fee

"Oh god, the mute is her

angry. He blocked Isla's path. "Get

phone. _Give me t

r hand. It skittered across the f

broken glass. The

t empty anymore.

Isla's shoulder. "

water she'd picked up from an empty table. With deliberate slowness, she tilted it, pouring the freezing contents directly onto the expensive DJ mixing board next to their booth.

sic st

spilling her dr

oward the smoking equipment, Isla lunged for Brande. Brande w

sla's face. Her nails raked down

he ring off B

hind. They slammed her onto the t

ass bottle from the table. His eyes were

to

but it carried the weig

one f

irs. He held an unlit cigar, looking down

e, his face draining of

rowd parted for him. He moved with a

Chase. He looked at Isla, pinned against the table,

Julian said to

ased Isla

er jacket. Her neck throb

annoyance crossed his face. "Sterling," he said,

hined. "She's crazy! She d

-defense,"

hand to Isla.

odded,

nd pulled out a sleek, black phone.

e m

t felt like signing a contract she

e metal was war