For a moment, everything, including my breathing, stopped.
Sarah’s wrist was still caught in Sylas’ grip. My heart hammered violently against my ribs as I watched her hand stop just a few inches away from my face.
She had tried to hit me, actually hit me? And if Sylas hadn’t stopped her?
I swallowed hard, and my throat went dry. Sarah’s expression twisted, her shock at being grabbed melted into something far uglier. She stared down at Sylas hand wrapped around her wrist with rage in her eyes.
“Sylas…” her voice cracked, and her disbelief was laced with hurt, “You are choosing this b***h over me?”
He didn’t let go immediately, instead, he tightened his grip till she squirmed a little.
“I’m not choosing anyone,” he said calmly, then, his gaze hardened as he pushed her away, “I alr
