immed glasses and tucked them into her hands. Withou

in waves, framing her face like she belonged on the cover of a magazine.

hatever plain, quiet version of herself use

er cocktail. "Hey, there's a shooting mat

missing a beat. "It's been forever. My h

. "Use it to blow off some steam. Picture Brendon's

Christina brought her glass t

ho's going to be there? Dillan. The guy who almost knocked you out four y

ar is a custom Bugatti. Not a model you can just go out and buy. One of a kind." She pass

her attention. What really stood out was the twist-contestants would be hidden behind masks and

llan take off his mask. I need to know wha

ners of her mouth curled into a teasing grin. "If I show up,

arking in her eyes. "Alright then, t

the crown this year gets a personal session with King. No expiry

that gets out, people are going to crawl over each

m." Without another word, C

owd of men stepped into her path, their

them said, grinning. "You look like you c

her from head to toe like she

gaze. Her voice dropped

ty," one of them said with a chuckle. "We

inch. "Last chance.

ne of them whistled, reaching out a h

rist before his fingers even brushed her. The

lped, "Wha

na moved like a storm. A kick to the knee. An elbow to th

awled across the floor, groaning and clu

ond floor balcony o

s buddies said, his jaw practically on the

, the stronger the sense of recognition grew. There was something in her face-so

landa, Brendon had agreed to hit the bar on her sugg

ured, squinting at the woman dow

ually Christina? Get out of here. That can't

g for confirmation. Recognition settled in fast-it really

ok at her-dressed like she's auditioning for attention. I guess gett

ed, quick to fo

. "Women like that only kn

ith that look? She's practi

thing left. Just another gold-digge

e nails on glass. He'd had enough. "Cut it out!" he s

n gave them one final glare and sto