Liora’s POV
Ezra did not let go of my hand until we reached the other side of the club. The music still pulsed through the room loud enough to shake the floor beneath us but somehow it felt distant now, drowned out by the tension sitting heavily between us.
I finally pulled my hand free once we stopped near the edge of the dance floor.
“What was that?” I asked trying to keep my voice steady.
Ezra looked at me directly. “You looked uncomfortable.”
“I could have handled it myself.”
“I know,” he said calmly. “That does not mean I was going to stand there and watch it.”
I crossed my arms slightly more to steady myself than anything else. “Jake was not doing anything.”
His jaw tightened just enough for me to notice.
“You did not look comfortable,” he repeated.
“I said I was fine.”
“A
