Third Person POV.

Meanwhile, as the VIP’s car drove away from Rhaella's house, the bodyguard glanced through the rearview mirror at the VIP who was staring out the window with a tense expression. His hands rested on his knees, and his fingers tapped a slow, restless rhythm against his thigh.

He'd been like this since they left her house.

The bodyguard; Marcus had been with him long enough to recognize that look on his face. Aside from being his personal bodyguard; Marcus was also his Beta. If something was on his mind, he could always tell.

And right now, something was clearly on his mind.

At the bar, the VIP...