Annabel’s POV
We made our way out of the ballroom, Daniel’s arms sliding firmly around my waist. His warmth covered me like a shield. He held me so tight as though someone might come from behind to steal me away.
The hallway stretched cold, leaving us in silence, as though we were calculating our steps. I could still feel the heat of Jame’s nasty touch on me. The thought that his tongue had been on my lips lingered, leaving a sour taste.
Once we stepped outside, the cool breeze of the night grazed my skin, washing over me with a calm I never realized I longed for.
The valet rushed to open the car door after seeing us from afar, and Daniel carefully settled me inside. Then, he crouched and sat beside me.
He tenderly patted my shoulder, his gaze a mixture of unease and rage. “Annie, did
