"Arabella!" She ignores my call as she struts to the dance floor, leaving me standing by the bar as I cuss out under my breath.
Shaking my head at her carelessness, I enter the swarm of drunk men and women, dancing to the beat that the classical music lover inside me would never understand.
I push past the sweat ridden bodies of intoxicated beings before I finally find her in the centre of the dance floor, swaying to the music with her hands thrown up and her head thrown back.
A loud growl escapes my lips but gets muddled in the high volume of the music when I see a man trying to snake his way behind her.
I snatch her by the waist before he can lay a finger on her, glaring at him with such hatred that he actually pales in comparison and gulps before scurrying off of the dance floor
