Irvin's POV
I drove up to Ryker's condo and killed the engine with a heavy breath. Coming here wasn't part of my plan, but after everything that went down with Davina, I needed something to clear my head. Anything to loosen the knot twisting in my chest.
Ryker had been sending me bizarre messages all day anyway. Probably wasted and stirring up trouble.
I climbed out of the car and straightened my shirt cuffs, keeping my face blank and controlled.
The second I walked through the door, a cocktail of booze, perspiration, and cigarette smoke slammed into me. Bass-heavy music pounded through the space, making the walls pulse. The living room was thick with a gray haze of smoke drifting through the air.
Barely dressed women moved to the beat in the center of the room, their giggles mixing with the clink of bottles and hushed chatter.
Ryker caught sight of me first. His face brightened as he flashed a grin, gripping a beer bottle carelessly.
"Well, well, look who decided to show up."
