Violet looked down at his hand, which was holding hers. Her frown deepened. Her eyes were filled with annoyance and something else she couldn't quite place.
She wondered how easily this man could touch her. He never asked her permission, as if he had the right to her.
She tried to yank her hand from his grip, but he tightened his hold.
He drew her close to him. Her gaze froze on him when he lowered his head. Everything he had done that night reflected in her mind, causing her to part her lips.
His eyes moved from her eyes and lowered down to her lips.
Her gaze shook, and she averted her eyes from him and mumbled, "Mr. Collins, your pack members are watching us."
She could see others' eyes on them. She was afraid that another scandal would hit her reputation. She could ignore the arti
