Chapter 92

"Too late," the bartender murmured.

The dancer on stage was a consummate professional who didn't even stumble in her choreography at the outburst, though a few of the customers glanced our way.

Levi-as-Gavriella was crowded up against the bar by a guy who made Miles look slight. Every inch of him was covered in tattoos. He even had horns tattooed on his forehead. The knuckles on his hands read "your next."

"Got something to say for yourself, bitch?" Stevie said.

Gavriella's eyes darkened. Levi did not stand for bullying women.

I muscled in between them before he could do anything stupid. Gavriella wouldn't have stayed under the radar only to mouth off to her boss. I tapped Stevie's knuckles. "The 'you're' should be a contraction, not possessive."

"Huh?"