“Same s**t, different day, right, Eloise?” He wraps his arm around her and tugs her painfully to his side, grinning. “We had one of our little spats, but we made up. Didn’t we, pretty lady?” He makes her skin crawl.
“Well, good.” Nicholas drinks his brandy, but she sees him look at Yohan strangely. “Glad to hear it.”
Eloise tries to move away, but Yohan’s fingers dig into her hip.
“Nick,” Dyke calls out, “a minute?”
“Be right back,” Nicholas says and heads off to join Dyke.
No! She doesn’t want to be here. She wants to go back to her little safe spot in the library.
Yohan leans in. “You speak a word of what happened last night, and I’ll personally hand you over to the Cartels myself.” He kisses her temple and walks away.
She wraps her arms around her stomach after downing the rest o
