Fawn’s POV
I looked up at him, holding his gaze steadily. “You don’t get to tell me who to talk to, Blake. Not anymore.”
His eyes darkened. “This isn’t about control. It’s about safety.”
“My safety is my concern,” I said softly. “Not yours. You made that very clear when you walked away. Although I do find this he-man act very hot.” I fluttered my eyelashes at him.
I could see I was confounding him and he couldn't stop the dark look that passed across his face that made my pulse quicken. “We’re leaving,” he said finally. “Now.”
“The party’s just getting interesting,” I protested, though I didn’t resist as he guided me toward the exit. “I was looking forward to reconnecting with some of my friends.” I wasn’t really. From what I could discern from Cassie’s social media and messages, Cass
