"Enough!" Clay grabbed her wrist, trying to pull her out of his embrace.
But Amelia was persistent, leaning in closer. "You haven't answered me."
The veins throbbed on Clay's forehead as he tightened his grip on her waist, trying to push her away. Drunk and acting on instinct, Amelia clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and settling herself onto his lap.
The crowd all gasped.
One of Clay's men stepped forward and asked quietly, "Sir, should we intervene?"
As they moved forward to grab Amelia's arm, Clay's stern gaze halted their actions. "Stand down!"
The two men froze.
Marn, watching from the side, sighed inwardly. Couldn't they see how much Clay cared about her? How clueless!
While Clay was struggling, Amelia still clung to him, her sweet scent wrapping around him, ski
