KIERAN’S POV
The music grew loud, a slow, dark sound that felt like it was pulling us under. I didn't know how to move, but Sienna didn't give me a choice. She stepped into the beat, pulling me with her.
My body had been wooden and cold just moments ago, a statue of a man ready to shatter.
But with her hand locked in mine and her fingers pressing into the sensitive skin of my neck, the panic turned into a thick, pulsing ache. It was a fever that started where she touched me and moved through my blood.
Every face in the crowd blurred into a gray fog. There was only the smell of her hair and the feel of her gold silk dress rubbing against the rough fabric of my suit.
I looked down at her. Her eyes weren't just "hungry" for the show anymore, they were fierce. She was protecting me. The
