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already?” Killian rose to his full height, his mouth set in a grim line. “Shit.”
    â€œYou arrogant son of a bitch.” Irritation crawled up Sadie’s back, swiftly cooling her attraction to him. Standing in the open doorway of the club, it took every ounce of restraint she had not to haul off and deck him. “What? Do you think werewolves are the only ones who show loyalty to the people they care about?” A homeless man was picking bottles out of a garbage can down the street and Sadie lowered her voice. He probably wouldn’t hear her, but that didn’t mean she should be careless. “Well, I have news for you. Justine may not be in my coven, but she’s loyal to me. She told me all about your conversation.”
    â€œRight,” Killian said with a surprisingly apologetic look. “Listen, maybe I overstepped my bounds. I didn’t plan on asking Justine to DJ at our opening night. It was a spontaneous decision. David and I were talking about how good Justine is at what she does and how big the crowds have been at The Coven and, well, I guess I let my passion take over.” He shrugged, a cocky grin playing at his lips. “Sorry. My father would tell you that I don’t always think before I act. Sometimes my enthusiasm gets me in trouble.” He extended his hand in a peace offering. “Can we call a truce?”
    Sadie gaped at him in pure shock. The big, bad wolf was apologizing to her? At least it sounded like an apology. Part of her wanted to tell him to stick it in his hat, but that wouldn’t help her or vampire-wolf relations.
    Time to suck it up. Shit, she hated politics.
    Flicking her gaze to his hand, she reached out slowly and placed her palm in his. The instant the searing heat of his flesh settled against hers, white-hot streaks of pleasure zipped up her arm and went right to her core. A slow smile cracked his face as he curled his strong fingers around hers and moved closer. His massive frame loomed large in front of her, blocking out the streetlamps and pretty much everything else. His warm brown eyes drifted over her face as he gently shook her hand, running his thumb over the curve of her wrist and sending tiny electric shocks beneath her skin.
    She was in big, fat trouble.
    â€œA-apology accepted,” Sadie said, quickly taking her hand from his. She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked away. A yellow cab zipped by, hit a puddle, and splashed the poor homeless guy. “I told Justine that she’s welcome to work at your club—that night or any other night. She can split her time between both if she wants. But first she has to find me a part-timer to fill in when she’s not here.” Sadie tried to act nonchalant about the whole encounter, not wanting him to know how much he unnerved her. “It’s a big city and there’s plenty of business for all of us.”
    â€œI’m glad you feel that way. Thanks.” Killian turned to leave but stopped and gave her a curious look. “I’ve got one more favor to ask you.”
    â€œCould I stop you?” Sadie asked all too sweetly.
    â€œNo,” he said flatly.
    â€œRight.” Sadie rolled her eyes. “Okay, tough guy. What is it?”
    â€œCome by my club and give me your honest opinion about it.” Killian’s grin widened when Sadie couldn’t hide her shocked expression. “From what I gather, your honesty is one of your best attributes.”
    â€œYeah.” Sadie sighed. “I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.”
    â€œFrom your friend?” Killian asked, referring to Darius. He lowered his voice to just above a whisper and a dark cloud flickered across his face. “Or is he more than a friend?”
    â€œYou ask a lot of questions, Mr. Bane.”
    â€œAnd you aren’t answering them, Ms. Pemberton.” Killian took two steps closer and lowered his voice further still. “Are you involved