CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINTY TWO

"Hey!"

Yara's head snapped toward the voice, confusion flooding her features as she spotted the man from the bar—the one who had been watching her earlier. He grinned, that playful expression on his face as he stepped toward her. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

Before she could utter a word, he was at her side, slipping an arm around her waist with an ease that spoke of familiarity.

Damian's grip on Yara's wrist tightened, his gaze darkening with suspicion and protectiveness. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded, his voice as cold as the frost that began to form around his feet. The temperature around them seemed to drop, a biting chill permeating the air.

The man ignored Damian as he had Val, his focus solely on Yara. "Time to go," he whispered into her ear, his tone playful. 

There was something about his voice that made her tingle, weirdly. 

A spell?