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Wide eyes meet Ava’s over the top of the human canvas in my chair as the second growl responds, and the hair raises on the back of my neck.
“I’m her—justmove!”
“Shit.” I thrust to my feet, swipe away the last bit of ink on Trey’s rib with the towel already in my hand and tear off the gloves. I’m moving before I can toss them in the trash, heading to the voices that are escalating and certainly going to get into a muchbigger fight than just the drunk tussle I was hoping for only a second ago.
God, please tell me it’s not what I think it is.
Yanking back the door flaps, I’m first met with the blistering heat that makes me feel like the little portable AC unit is doing its job and the blinding sun that takes a moment of rapid blinking to focus in.
“Her, what?”
Oh, God.
I blink back the focus, hoping that the sun has burned a vision into my eyes that isn’t real because the one in front of me makes me question my sanity and my bravery all in one.
Wrapped up before me like rivals before a cage match, with fists tangled in shirts and muscles pumped full of adrenaline, is the protector I called for reassurance that refused to let me come alone to the one place I knew I’d be fine.
Aka Jaxon “Atlas” Jones, with a salt and pepper beard trimmed close and hair long enough to run his grease-stained hands through.
A combat veteran of Desert Storm.
Mechanic.
Owner ofJonesAuto.
Facing off against a rockstar that I kicked out of my tent yesterday for trying damn near the very same thing.
Except he was trying to protect me from myself.
Finland Montgomery.
“Nope.” Dashing over the pavement, I shout over the top of them and wiggle my way between their bodies with my back pressed up against my unofficial bodyguard and my hands pushing into Fin’s pecs, who does take a step back, but doesn’t remove his anger-filled gaze from the man behind me.
And the fire I see when his gaze flashes to mine for a split second sets my blood to boil.
I see rage. Hunger. And the last one that makes my chest hurt.
Betrayal.
An arm I’ve needled ink into wraps around my waist and hauls me back a step, angling so that I’m almost behind a wall of muscle. “You know him, Princess?”
“Princess?”Veins. So many veins popping out of Fin’s neck and forehead are all the warning I catch before his big body is moving and he lunges.
“Shit.”
Pushing me aside with a large hand to my bicep, the tussle knocks me back in time for a fist to fly and connect with flesh in a sickening crack that would normally make me snicker.
What? I said I was fucked up.
But this time … it just makes my stomach roll and my teeth clench as a flash of orange joins in the mix of flinging arms and bruising knuckles.
Make those bloodying knuckles.
Red spray flies when one of the two—or maybe all damn three—get smashed in the nose with an elbow that makes my own nose ache and my instincts have me jumping back when I should be running forward.
The crowd thickens in a large circle around us the longer the three grapple, and blood dribbles.
My feet frozen, I stand there unable to see a way in to stop the carnage, when two very brave attendees of the concert decide to step in.
