Paigos walked in like he owned the place, the same cocky swagger he always carried written across his face. There was nothing new about the sneer he sent Cain's way, nor the dismissive glance he gave the women sitting at the table.
What was different was the confidence.
Cain caught it immediately. It was not the usual arrogance Paigos lived and breathed. No, this was sharper. Harder. Like a man walking toward someone already marked for the grave.
Jayden's frown deepened slightly. Her eyes lingered on Paigos longer than Cain's did. She could feel it, whatever it was pulsing beneath his skin, but she said nothing. Not yet.
Paigos stopped a few feet from the table, his lip curling as his eyes drifted over the plates of food. Then he looked straight at Cain, smirking like the words were already formed in his mouth before he even spoke.
