Chapter 18 The Auction

• Harley’s P.O.V.
• The sun had barely dipped behind the treetops, casting the soft golden haze across the back lot of the Moon Bar. The sweat still clung to my skin as I loaded the last crate into the van. My arms ached, but it felt good to work hard, moving, doing something instead of thinking too much about Carlos.
• Derek stood beside me, loosening the collar of his button-down, grinning like we were on a vacation instead of busting our asses. He was briefing me about his plan to settle scores with Ella and Xander when it hit me, that feeling so heavy and primal. Like, a pair of eyes boring into my skin from somewhere unseen.