POV: Killian
I crossed the floor fast, the crowd parting for me the way crowds always did, my pulse climbing with every step that separated us. She was fighting to twist out of his grip, and the sight sent something dark and possessive coiling through my chest.
"Let me go, asshole. I'm not going anywhere with you." Her voice cut through the bass, sharp enough to draw looks from the people around them, her chin tilted up in defiance even as his fingers dug into her arm.
She hadn't seen me coming. He had. His eyes snapped to mine the second I got close, some flicker of recognition, or maybe fear, passing over his face before I reached them. Smart man. He should have been afraid.
I closed my hand around his wrist and pulled it off her arm hard enough that he stumbled backward, my other ar
