S e l e n e
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I didn’t need to look to see who it was. His voice alone sent chills down my spine. Not the good kind that Killian gave me. But far more sadistic, spiteful, and serious. This was not Killian.
“B-Beta,” the man sputtered, staggering back.
The music had stopped. Everyone parted faster than the red sea. A path was forged for us, from a single word.
What was Nicolas doing here? I couldn’t even think straight. His hands on my body were distracting. I wanted him off of me. Why was he touching me? I didn’t like it. He dropped his hands before I could even complain.
“Roselind,” Nicolas demanded, his voice chilly and commanding. In the corner, I see Roselind stumble into the empty lane of the dance floor.
People clung to themselves, hurriedly bowing their heads as a sign of
