Nala returned to Satan’s Bar that afternoon with one hand on Luna’s shoulder and every exit in the building already mapped before she had taken five steps inside.The place looked different in daylight, though not necessarily better. Night had made it seem almost mythic, all red neon and smoke and bodies moving beneath music, but afternoon stripped away some of the illusion and left behind scarred wood, old brick, black leather, a faint stale-beer smell beneath lemon cleaner, and men who went quiet the second she walked in with her daughter.That quiet wasn’t hostile exactly, and maybe that was what unnerved her most; it was attentive, watchful, careful in a way that told her every man in the room already knew something had happened, even if they did not yet know all of it.Cole stood near the bar with Wolf Connor, Scars Innis, and Ice Johansson, and seeing all four of them together after so many years sent a strange, unpleasant ripple through her chest. She remembered them younger, r
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