Luke was the first to recover, his predatory grin twisting into something uglier as he turned fully toward me. He was bigger than I remembered—taller, broader, with that same smug entitlement that had always made my skin crawl.
"Well, well," he drawled, stepping away from Jessica but not far enough, his voice slimy with fake charm.
"Look who decided to crash the party. Kianna Martin. Maddox's sloppy seconds, come to play hero?"
The other two laughed nervously, it almost looked like they were forcing it. But Luke's eyes raked over me as if I was next on the menu.
I squared my shoulders, adrenaline surging through me despite the fear clawing at my throat.
"Let her go," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "Now."
Jessica whimpered, trying to sidle away, but one of the guys blocked her path, smirking. "Or what? You gonna tell on us, princess?"
