Chapter 197

Divine Rod had elevated flirting with the crowd to an art form. He winked, he preened, he threw out extremely sexually innuendo'd one-liners, all between singing pitch-perfect renditions of current pop songs and introducing the other drag kings on the bill tonight.

I'd been screaming as loud as everyone else in the joint when I caught sight of Rafael's pained wince. I leaned over. "Go home. I can talk to him myself."

Rafael shook his head. "I want to be there."

He grit his teeth, pain etched into every feature. Priya said something to him, probably telling him to leave from his small shake of his head. She bit her lip, staring hard at the table, before she said something else to him. He blinked at her, then slowly nodded, and turned his chair so that his back was to her.

Priya massaged his head in slow strokes.