I nearly roll my eyes. He Jooks like a Connor. The frat boy that hangs around unoccupied drinks and sneaks his phone under girls’ skirts to take pictures. “Ladies, sorry for his rude behavior,” my new friend says, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “That’s my brother, Connor. The twins, Landon and Luke. And then Max.” He points to each man respectively. Landon being the twin with the man bun, and Luke the one with a nose ring. I train my gaze on my companion with an expectant brow raised. “And your name?” “1m Archibald Talaverra HI. You can call me Arch.” “Sounds pretentious,” I muse, smiling at the fact that he gave me his full name. Who actually introduces themselves to a stranger that way? Archibald Talaverra, the third. Just call me your Royal Highn-ass. His brother, Connor, laughs in response, seeming to agree. Arch opens his mouth, but I cut him off. “I’m Addie. And this is Daya,” I introduce, pointing towards my best friend. She offers a smile, but her stare is sharp and assessing. She’s too keen and intelligent to get sucked into danger like I tend to do. “Nice to meet you, ladies,’ Max murmurs, his attention still glued to Daya. Matter of fact, the twins have hardly looked away from her since the moment she walked into the room, either. Every bit of me wants to step in front of her and protect her from the prying, feral eyes. But Daya can handle her own, so I stay beside her. Ready to attack if needed. “Sit, please,” Arch urges. There’s plenty of room on the booth but the two of us decide to sit on the end, closest to Max. My phone buzzes as soon as my ass hits the soft leather. Noticing that Daya has been immediately sucked into a conversation with Max, and Arch is filling up a glass of expensive bourbon, I sneak a peek at the text. UNKNOWN: Sneaking off with random men, little mouse? If I catch his hands anywhere near you, they’Il end up in your mailbox by morning. My heart stills in my chest. This is the first time he has actually communicated with me outside of an ominous note. My eyes snap up towards the balcony. No one can see us from here. We’re too far back from the railing. But yet, someone is clearly watching me. But how? And how the hell did he get my number? Scratch that, that was a stupid question. He’s a fucking stalker, for god’s sake. Of course, he has my number. Arch walks over and hands me a drink, a smile on his face. He thinks he’s getting laid tonight.