Broad shoulders hunched and dark head lowered so she couldn’t see his face, he slid through the door with the ease of a man who made a habit of keeping to the shadows. Lacey Kohl kept an eye on him as she tapped a beer. Tuesday nights were typically slow at her bar, the Stay-A-While. At the moment, she had only four customers—regulars Mike and Joe at the end of the bar and a couple she’d never seen before. The man and woman had taken a booth on the side wall and hadn’t stopped talking since they’d come in. The intensity in their voices pinged against Lacey’s arus, the magic inherent in all those of Etruscan descent. The couple might prove useful. The new guy… Her gaze narrowed. He was Etruscan. Even in her deliberately weakened state, she sensed the arus in him. And even though she didn’t feel any evil surrounding him, he’d bear watching, if only for his long-limbed stride across the floor. And his very fine ass. Damn, he could prove dangerous if she wasn’t careful.
