13
The music started again. People began to pick up furniture and shuffle back to their previous positions. Harlow tried to take a step toward Clyde, but Ryske’s arm snaked around her waist to jolt her back against his chest with such power he forced the air out of her lungs.
“Maybe you should go,” she said to Clyde, pushing at Ryske’s locked arm that held her fast. “As you can see, I’m completely safe here.”
“I’m not sure about that,” Clyde muttered.
Something like a growl sounded above her head. Twisting to peek up, she wasn’t surprised to see Ryske’s distaste pinned on Clyde. Too short to make a dent in his view, the top of her head only just reached his chin.
Though she knew she should be more concerned about controlling him, enchantment was never far away when Ryske was close by.
