Jules' knee weakened, the color draining from her face as she just kept staring, unable to move or breathe.
Her heart pounded in her chest so loud, she could barely hear the surrounding room.
Nolan didn't move, either. He just kept staring, his face emotionless, his entire body still, with only the slow, casual swirl of wine in his glass confirming to her that he was real.
Even when the other men began walking towards them, he still didn't shift.
"Are you okay?"
Jules gasped, the sound of Ethan's voice breaking the stare as she turned to him.
He had a frown on her face, his sharp eyes studying her expression, then he followed her gaze-but by the time he looked, the men had gotten closer and blocked his view from Nolan.
"Ethan!" the one Jules guessed was Lancaster called, getting
