“E-Ethan, wait!” she called, nearly stumbling as he kept walking, his stride long and unyielding. She could barely keep up, especially in her heels.
He didn’t slow down.
“Ethan! Slow down, I’m going to fall,” she protested breathlessly.
Still, he pulled her along, his grip unshakably firm—as if letting go wasn’t an option.
Rose tried to pull her hand free, but Ethan’s grip only tightened.
“Let go—where are you taking me?” she demanded, stumbling as he dragged her through the exit. “I don’t want to go home yet. I want to dance—have more fun.”
Her voice was slurred, words tripping over each other.
In the next second, Ethan stopped abruptly.
With a swift turn, he guided her backward until her back brushed the cool brick wall of the alley beside the club. He wasn’t hurting her—just blo
