His voice had an angry edge to it. My chest squeezed but I forced myself not to flinch. “Excuse me?” I retorted, tryinh to pull my hand away from his tight grip.
“You are not built for this kind of environment.” His grip tightened on my wrist and I didn’t even think he knew it. “You shouldn’t be here. That’s what I’m saying. Who invited you? Is it…Zayne?” He released my hand.
I scoffed, finding myself angry at the controlling tone he emitted. I looked around, we were quite distant from the crowd. Good.
“You have no right to interrogate me.” I spat.
His stern eyes barely moved. It was killing me. Him standing this close… He must have left Bianca to come here. But it had to do with Zayne, not me.
“Oh, I don’t? So you wish so badly to lose yourself into this kind of life? Well, be my gue
