I noticed the growing audience around us. High-ranking members of various Silvercrest packs were watching our exchange with undisguised interest.
"Why do you care who I pursue?" I asked, my voice rising slightly. "You're supposed to be marrying Melissa, aren't you?"
Ethan grabbed my wrist, his grip tight enough to hurt. "Stop this game, Amber. Now."
Something snapped inside me. I slammed my glass down on the table, the sound and smell of spilled moonlight wine momentarily distracting him.
Taking advantage of his surprise, I slapped him hard across the face, leaving a red mark on his cheek.
"Don't you dare touch me," I hissed, Cora's anger fueling my own.
Ethan tried to restrain me, but I broke free of his grip. I kicked off my heels and grabbed one, wielding it like a weapon as
