Jace Pierce flicked his thumb, snapping the cover of the silver lighter open, and a dark blue flame emerged, lighting the cigarette clamped between his lips.
He offered a cigarette to Maverick Knight.
Maverick Knight lit it casually, the scarlet glow of the cigarette's tip flickering on and off, his features somewhat obscured by the smoke, with eyes as dark as night, extremely dangerous.
The evening breeze swept past, dispersing the whiff of smoke around them.
The two men ignored the cries for help.
Jace Pierce did not know what Melanie Lawson had done to enrage Maverick Knight so much.
What he could determine was, it was definitely related to Aurora Blaine.
He blew out a smoke ring, realizing that Melanie Lawson had crossed the most untouchable line for Maverick Knight.
Jace Pierce raised an eyebrow, "Come inside for a drink or two?"
Maverick Knight agreed by default.
Aurora Blaine was celebrating her friend's birthday; he felt it inappropriate to join.
