Third POV
Ruby laughed, the sound surprisingly melodic in the pounding bass of the nightclub. She tossed her neon pink hair over her shoulder and leaned closer to Lucas, completely unfazed by his cold demeanor.
“No can do, handsome,” she said, wiping down the bar with a cloth. “Not anyone can just stroll in and demand to see the boss.” She smirked. “Even for the famed triplet Alphas.”
Lucas’s jaw tightened. He’d expected resistance, but time was running short. Every minute wasted here was another minute Hazel remained missing. They needed to know if The Dark Hour knew anything about Hazel’s disappearance.
Liam stepped forward, his normally friendly face hardened with determination. “What needs to be done to see him?”
Ruby’s eyes lit up at the challenge. She licked her lips slowly and deliberately, her gaze traveling from Liam’s face down to his chest.
