Axle's POV
I didn't f*****g care who was watching. Didn't care about the loud music, the soft laughter from the many unaware guests, the people still sipping cocktails like the world was calm. Nor did I care about those seated around the scene still whispering and pointing at us.
My hand clamped around Narda's wrist as I dragged her out of the party and into the garden's farthest edge, where the noise dulled into a hum behind us. My grip was tight, but not tight enough to hurt her… I made sure of that. Still, I could feel her tense, like she didn't know what I was about to do.
The truth was, I didn't know what I'd do either.
When we finally stopped, I let go of her like her skin burned me. And maybe it did. Maybe it always had.
I turned my back to her, running both hands t
