Alina’s POV
Edrick’s hand stayed on my waist. Firm. Warm. Steady.
It was the kind of touch that could make any woman melt, but all it did was make my heart race for the wrong reasons.
His fingers pressed lightly through the silk of my dress, guiding me as we moved through the crowd. Every time I tried to take a step away, his grip only tightened, like he didn’t want to let me go.
And maybe that should’ve made me feel safe. But it didn’t.
It scared me.
Because the longer he held me, the more I started to think he knew something.
What if he had found out the truth?
Is that why he followed me to the bathroom and wouldn't let me be alone? Is he suspecting us?
The thought made my throat dry. I forced a shaky smile, hoping my face didn’t give me away.
From the far end of the hall, I c
