BRYN
The first accord of the famous song sounded, and Alistair pushed me roughly against his own chest, capturing me by my waist. This was way closer than was officially allowed by the etiquette but he was the Prince and who was I to object?
Oh, wait! Actually, I didn't have to be nice to him, did I?
“That's not how you handle a girl, Alistair,” I raised my brow at him and he spun me with force, making a strand of hair fall out of my hairdo.
“Not Ally, huh?” he asked me spitefully and I noticed his eyes flashed golden again.
“Ally is for when I like you,” I said the complete truth, “And this is not today, ALISTAIR.”
He growled loudly and spun me again with more force than I could handle. Shame he didn't know that I wasn't a werewolf. Although probably it was for the best. If he
