Parker pulled into Redeo, the city lights casting long reflections across his windshield. The place had that buzzing energy—like a heartbeat made of neon and overpriced cocktails. The streets were alive with movement, sleek cars slipping through traffic, designer heels clicking against the pavement, voices rising and falling in laughter, gossip, and the occasional drunken slur. It was a place that belonged to the rich, the reckless, and the ones too stubborn to pick a lane.
And right now, it was also where Atalanta and Tessa were waiting for him.
He followed the pull—their pull. His senses exactly where they were, like a thread guiding him through the chaos. He parked, stepped out, and strode toward the restaurant without hesitation. The moment he entered, the air changed—not in a supernatural way, just in that way things did when people who knew you were watching, waiting.
