Tristan's POV
Paul’s hand was a vice around my bicep, pulling me away. “She’ll be fine, man,” he practically whispered, his eyes gleaming with the usual mischievous glint. “Relax. There are tons of guys around. Someone will talk to her, ease her tension.”
I twisted my arm, trying to shake him off, but he held firm. My eyes were glued to Evie, still standing by the wall, looking like a deer caught in headlights. She hated crowds. She hated loud music. She hated, well, everything about this party. “Paul, she looks uncomfortable. You just heard her, she wants to leave.”
“I heard a lot of things,” he countered, dragging me further into the throng of people. The bass throbbed, vibrating through the floor, making conversation near impossible. “She said she doesn’t like parties. Not that she
