Demi's pov
Dmitri was standing there and as I tried to move away from Eros, my eyes followed the movement of the flower bouquet that fell from Dmitri's hand.
Those fingers which previously held the flowers were tightened forming a fist and his gaze sharpened, flicking from Eros to me and back to Eros again.
I could see his sharp intake of breath, the muscles on his face tensioning as he deliberated on what to do.
"Please let go Eros." I breathed calmly trying to free myself as shame took over my emotions, "Please."
"I think you heard her right." His voice had a sharp edge to it, "Let my girlfriend go."
"I do not appreciate you addressing my mate as your girlfriend." Eros's arms loosened from around me and he stood aright, "Welcome back Dmitri."
"What a pleasing sight to see...a wel
