The bold visitor locked eyes with him. Her irises—dark brown—smoldered like lit coal.
Markos leaned forward slightly, curiosity and caution sharpening his edges.
The twins blinked up at her with practiced disdain.
“Looks like a stray got past your bodyguards, darling,” Sherry snipped.
“Where did she get that outfit? A dumpster?” Sabrina snickered.
The woman didn’t flinch. Didn’t smile. In fact, she didn’t even look at the two blonde beauties plastered to his side.
“Take a hike. This is a private conversation.”
Markos’s eyebrows lifted. The twins stiffened, indignant.
“Excuse us?” Sherry snapped.
The woman didn’t look at her as she darkly replied, “You heard me.” Her gaze—sharp, unwavering—was locked onhim.
He didn’t move.
The twins opened their mouths again.
The woman’s voice—softer this time, but colder—washed over him.
“Leave. Now.”
And they did.
Without another word.
Sabrina picked up her purse with a dazed expression and slid out of the booth. Sherry trailed like a ghost behind her sister. Markos watched them vanish into the crowd, too astonished to do more than stare.
What the hell?
He turned back just as the woman slid into the booth beside him like she owned the club. He studied her warily, tension tightening his spine.
When she spoke, her voice sliced through him like a blade. “Where is Nikos? I need to find him. Now.”
His voice came out rougher than he had intended when he finally asked, “Who the hell are you?”
She didn’t answer. She only looked at him with eyes burning with an intensity that made him extremely cautious.
“Where is your brother?” Her voice was quiet. But something in it made the back of his neck itch.
Markos didn’t answerright away.
His gut was already moving faster than his thoughts.
This was the girl his brother found fascinating. He was certain of it. She was the one Nikos felt was hiding something. The woman Nikos couldn’t stop thinking about.
The one who rattled him.
The one he might’ve forgotten something about.
Like hell! There is no way anyone could forget this woman!
“It depends on who wants to know—and why,” he said finally, his voice low, challenging.
