“Harrison, let go!”
He didn’t.
For the first time…
He truly didn’t.
Perhaps because he was angry.
Perhaps because he was scared.
Perhaps because he could feel her slipping further away.
Whatever the reason…
He refused.
And Raina responded instantly.
She lowered her head.
And bit his arm.
Hard.
The taste of blood filled her mouth.
Metallic.
Sharp.
Harrison flinched violently.
Pain cut through his emotions.
His grip loosened immediately.
Raina stepped back.
Calmly.
Wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
As if drawing blood from one of the most powerful men in the country was perfectly ordinary.
The crowd stood speechless.
Xavier reached her first.
Again.
His eyes immediately dropped to her wrist.
The red marks.
The bruising.
The evidence of Harrison’s grip.
