DALA
This wasn't a panicked grab of someone flailing for safety. Nope. This grip was confident and intentional. The kind of handhold that said, I knew exactly where you were, and I waited for the lights to go out just to be extra dramatic about it.
I didn’t need to see his face or the lights because only one person would drag me into the shadows like this and act like it was perfectly normal—Knox.
“You,” I said flatly, still half-blind as my heels skidded over the marble floor. “Do you ever enter a room like a normal person?”
His voice burst into the dark. “You look…decent, Omega.”
I blinked, still trying to adjust my vision. “Excuse me?”
“You don’t look like a maid,” he added, as if that somehow clarified the compliment and not terrified me even more. My cheeks burned, and I looked
