Kali's POV
Diego’s hand closed around my partner’s wrist, and the music died as though the room itself obeyed him. A mix of emotions ran through the stranger's face, but he didn't have time to process any of them, before he stumbled back. He didn't put a sort of distance between us willingly, the only reason he'd stepped back was because Diego had shoved him, and then released him with a look sharp enough to cut.
Diego, on the other hand, didn’t spare him a second glance, not when he almost went flying into the table propped up by the corner of the room. His gaze was fixed on me, blazing and unrelenting, like I was the only person who mattered in the glittering hall.
“Enough,” he said, voice smooth, absolute. “She dances with me.”
Gasps scattered across the ballroom, but nothing coul
