Briar
I stared at Damian, my heart racing. The hallway suddenly felt too small, too hot.
"Having fun?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
I straightened up, determined not to let him see how he affected me. "I was, until now. If you'll excuse me..."
I tried to brush past him, but his hand shot out, gripping my wrist.
"We need to talk," Damian said, his eyes intense.
I tugged at my wrist, but his grip was like iron. "Let go of me, Damian. I have nothing to say to you."
His jaw clenched. "Well, I have plenty to say to you. Like what the hell you think you're doing, getting drunk with a strange Alpha?"
I felt a surge of indignation. Who the hell did he think he was? "Excuse me? That's none of your business."
"The hell it isn't," he growled, taking a step closer. "You're my-"
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