The ocean storm thickened heavily across the San Diego coastline afterward while dark clouds swallowed moonlight above restless black waves and cold wind swept violently through the glowing harbor streets beneath distant thunder rolling endlessly across the sea.
Outside the restaurant the air itself felt wrong now.
Too tense.
Too sharp.
Like violence waited patiently beneath every breath and glance surrounding the oceanfront sidewalk.
Alexander stood motionless beneath flickering streetlights afterward while black coat moved heavily through violent sea wind and silver eyes remained locked entirely upon Ethan Cole standing beside Elara beneath the restaurant entrance.
Predator eyes.
Territorial eyes.
Eyes no longer fully human tonight.
Ethan felt it instantly afterward while cold unease crawled sharply beneath his spine now beneath crashing waves and gathering thunder surrounding the harbor district.
This man radiated danger naturally.
Not loud danger.
Worse.
