Danielle POV
I try to laugh, to play it off, to hide the fact that my skin feels too tight and my lungs won’t expand all the way. “Okay, okay, dramatic much?” I joke breathlessly, forcing a smile. “You made your point, caveman, now put me down.”
But he doesn’t even glance at me.
Instead, he murmurs, “You walked in here in that dress, thinking you were proving something to someone who doesn’t even see you anymore.”
He turns down a hallway I hadn’t noticed before, one dimly lit and far quieter than the rest of the bar. My pulse pounds louder than the bass outside.
“I see you.”
My throat works around a lump I didn’t expect. “Knox—”
He kicks a door open with his boot and steps inside. There’s a bed. A real one. Not some dirty mattress on the floor like I half-feared. The room smells lik
