I felt Raphael's gaze before I truly saw him.
One step. That was all it took to break the spell I was desperately maintaining. The danger wasn't loud—not yet. But I knew him. Knew that simmering fury behind the calm exterior. Raphael was a bomb waiting to go off. And I had to act fast if I wanted to keep this room from becoming ground zero.
I had seconds.
Because if I didn't act now, he would.
And knowing Raphael… blood might spill before dessert.
So I knocked over my glass.
The crystal clattered dramatically against the table, sending a splash of wine across the white tablecloth and James's shirt. He let out a startled curse, flinching back as if I'd thrown a knife instead.
"Oh my God!" I gasped, standing up fast, hand over my mouth. "I'm so sorry—I didn't mean to—"
The waiter rushed over immediately, panic in his eyes. "Madam, are you alright? Sir, please allow us to—"
James stood too, now fussing with a silk napkin. "It's fine, it's fine, just—damn, this was imported."
