Cannon might think she was ready to jump headlong into this fight; he, however, had no plans to allow her first fight to be with a killer like one of the two leaders of this group of bloodthirsty rogues. Stepping between the two before it turned to blows, he glared at the male who’d been ready to lay his hands, yet again, on Cadence. “Sorry, is this a private party or can anyone join in?” he asked, dropping his head and raising his eyes to meet those of the glaring monster in front of him. “How about we dance, asshole?” “Well if you insist on cutting in, I do see another partner I can’t neglect,” she said, placing one hand on her shoulder and pointing to a slender woman moving toward one of the front exits. He held his position ready as she stepped from behind him and walked past them without so much as a backward glance. Drake loved the indifference she showed Anton, knowing it was a slap in the face to the arrogant bastard. “Gorgeous and deadly. You should be thanking us,”
