Meluna Lockwood.
My spine goes rigid the moment Stravus’s hand lands on my thigh.
He’s doing it again. When Roan was walking ahead of us, Stravus put his hand on my waist to force me to look at him, all because I snubbed him at the car. Now, with Roan and Landon deep in conversation with the other Pack leaders, he’s seized his chance again.
The space is a chaos of noise, overlapping voices, clattering plates, and music.
Stravus squeezes—
I don’t think. My hand lashes out with the fork I’m holding and I stab it into the back of his hand. I don’t wait to hear his grunt of pain. I flee the hall as fast as I can, past through the crowd and incoming servers.
And it is only after five minutes that I risk a glance to check if he’s following yet. He’s not.
I swerve left, into a part of t
