Her sharp eyes took them in with the calculated interest of a card counter. An envelope appeared between her ringed fingers like a magic trick, each movement deliberately slow. “Thought someone was still coming for these.” Her voice resonated in Juniper’s chest while somehow floating above the bass like smoke.

As she handed off the documents, Tilly’s head snapped toward Daniel, her gaze raking over him with unconcealed hunger… Each inch on him her eyes traveled felt like a claim being staked, making something fierce and protective flare in Juniper’s chest. When Tilly leaned forward, her impossible hair creating a canopy over Daniel, Juniper moved closer to him without conscious thought.

“Busy night, doll.” The words dripped from lips that seemed to shift color with each syllable, her smile revealing teeth that gleamed too white under the blacklights. “Unless you need something else…”