Page 63 of Black Ledger

I traced a finger around the rim of my glass. “Are you asking if I’m going to be a spy?” I let out a soft laugh.

No, Spencer, much, much worse than that.

He opened his mouth to respond, but his words died off, and his face paled, his eyes locking on something behind me.

I whipped my head around to see what had caught Spencer’s attention. Directly behind me, with his eyes locked on my date, was Severin.

He was dressed in all black. A black T-shirt, a black leather jacket, and dark blue jeans. His motorcycle helmet sat on the table beside him. He was slowly removing his black gloves in the most intimidating way possible. When my gaze met his, he smirked.

Fuck.

Spencer frowned. “Who is that?”

“No one. Just ignore him,” I said, turning back to face Spencer, every muscle in my body rigid.

How dare he crash my date? But also, how the hell did he know? And how the hell was he here?

“He won’t stop glaring.” Spencer shifted in his seat.

Oh for fuck’s sake.

“And now he’s getting up.”

I pinched my eyes closed because I knew exactly what he was doing. When I opened them back up, Severin was hovering over our table.

“Hello, Zaya.”

“Who are you?” Spencer tried to say menacingly, but it was like an ant trying to stand up to a bear.

“I’m her friend,” Severin said with all the confidence and swagger in the world.

“More like a stalker,” I said under my breath, but unfortunately, Spencer heard it, and he stood up and got in Severin’s space.

“Oh, no. Don’t do that.” My face scrunched because I knew what was going to happen.

Spencer stood up tall. “Leave her alone.” He pushed at Severin’s chest, which was a brick wall. He would have a better chance of tipping over the Eiffel Tower than making Severin budge.

The entire restaurant went silent, and everyone’s eyes were on the guys. Some people even got out of their seats to have a better view.

“Get your hands off of me,” Severin seethed.

I tried to step between them and put my hands on their chests. “Spencer, it’s okay, really. Severin was just going to leave, weren’t you?” I glared at Severin and pushed on his chest.

“Leave, or I’ll make you leave.” Spencer pushed at Severin again—a massive mistake. Severin only gave one warning.

And there it was. With one strong punch, Spencer was on the floor clutching his broken nose.

“That’s enough.” I stepped between them, blocking Severin from throwing another punch or a kick, considering Spencer was on the floor. “Get out.” I pointed at the door. “Just get out, please.”

“I’m giving you ten minutes to take care of your pathetic date,” he said, gritting his teeth. “If you don’t come out to talk to me in ten minutes, I’ll make him wake up in the hospital.”

“Fine,” I spat. “Just leave.”

“Ten minutes.” He turned, clutched his motorcycle helmet, and stormed out of the pub.

I knelt next to Spencer. “Are you okay?”

“No.”