The crowd turned to stare, recognizing Marion and quickly parting to give him space. Even the pounding music seemed to fade under his presence.
The young man, moments ago brimming with youthful energy, paled at the sight of Marion's stormy expression and murderous glare. Stammering a shaky "Sorry", he fled into the crowd like a startled deer.
Suddenly, the center of the dance floor held only the three of them—Kirsten, Marion, and Bella.
Marion strode toward Kirsten, his presence heavy with menace.
He locked eyes with her, seizing her wrist with such force it felt like he might crush her bones.
"Come home with me," he growled through gritted teeth.
The sharp pain in her wrist snapped Kirsten out of her alcohol-fueled haze.
She lifted her gaze to meet his furious stare, but her heart
