*Devil*—A Demon

Parker exhaled slowly, feeling the tension settle as Madison slinked off, her energy deflating like a balloon with a pinprick. The music seemed to dial back in, the low bass thrumming beneath the hum of conversation, but Parker's focus stayed locked on Cassidy.

She'd gone back to her drink, all cool indifference, but there was a sharpness in her eyes—like she was still watching, still on guard.

He felt it again. That thing.

It wasn't just gratitude.

It was...powerful.

She hadn't just defended him. She'd shut Madison down with finesse, making her look ridiculous without even raising her voice. She was calm, calculated—but for him.

And damn, she hadn't lost her bite.

The memories stirred—he remembered that fierce loyalty back then.

But now?

Now it was different.

Because this wasn't just a protective older friend stepping in for some kid. She was looking out for a grown man. His business. His reputation.