Samantha’s POV
The crowd, which had just been cheering and applauding, went silent. All that could be heard was the click of Natasha’s heels on the floor as she slowly strode before us and came to stand at the edge of the circle with her hands clasped in front of her.
“Tyler, come with me. You too, rogue.”
A ripple of murmurs worked its way through the crowd at the way she said that last word. Kade’s fingers tightened around his empty cup.
Tyler hung his head and took my hand, pulling me along. Natasha turned and strode ahead of us. I could feel Kade’s eyes burning into the back of my head the whole way, but thankfully, he didn’t say a word or try to come after me. Small mercies, I supposed.
A few moments later, we found ourselves stepping into a private bathroom off the main ballroom
