At the gala, Gavin and I were inseparable, as though we regretted not meeting sooner.
He was a witty and charming gentleman who always managed to shield me from ill-intentioned advances without making it obvious.
We danced a waltz in the center of the ballroom. Spin, draw close, separate. His hand rested gently against my waist.
"Looks like you've completely enraged him," Gavin whispered softly beside my ear, his warm breath brushing against my skin.
I followed his gaze.
Damien sat alone in the shadows of a corner booth, ignoring everyone who tried to approach him.
His eyes were fixed solely on us. The possessiveness and madness in his gaze made me physically uncomfortable.
When the song ended, I excused myself to the restroom and briefly stepped out of Gavin's sight.
The moment I
