Eryn POV
I look at Kyle's outstretched hand, and I feel sick to my stomach. My heart is pounding in my ears, and I look back at Atticus. His jaw is tight, and his lips are pressed together in a hard line. He has no claim to me and can't step in.
"Kyle," I choke out. "I don't think now is the time."
"Don't be ridiculous," Kyle smirks. "What is one dance between friends?"
I don't have time to turn him down for a third time. Kyle grabs my hand and leads me onto the dance floor. He makes sure to weave in and out of the couples dancing until we are in the center of the crowd. It is a strategic move on his part. He is putting as much distance between Atticus as me as he can.
Tingles are flowing between Kyle and me. The mate bond between us is trying to mend itself, and I can
