Out of nowhere, Evander seized Calista's wrist.
As his fingers brushed against her warm, soft skin, he was surprised by his own reluctance to let go.
In a low, steady voice, he said, "I need to talk to you alone."
"What?" Calista frowned, trying to pull away. Whether it was the alcohol or Evander's firm grip, she wasn't sure, but before she could react, he was already leading her through the crowd.
They ended up in a secluded alley behind the bar, where the ground still glistened with the dampness of recent rain. The air was filled with a chilling breeze.
"Evander, have you lost your mind?" Calista snapped irritably.
"Yes. I'm wondering if I've really gone mad." Evander stopped, lifting his chin as he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if mocking himself.
She didn't understan
