CLYDE'S POV
The moment we walked into Daniel's house, I felt every head in the room turn.
Gabrielle had her arm looped through mine, chin lifted, every inch the girl who knew exactly the entrance she was making. Whispers followed us through the crowd - some about her dress, most of them, I was fairly sure, about me.
"Relax," she murmured through a smile that never wavered. "You look like you're walking into an exam."
"I don't do well with people staring," I muttered back.
"Get used to it. You're mine tonight." She said it so easily, like a line from a script, and I told myself that's exactly what it was. A performance. Nothing more.
We hadn't even reached the drinks table before a girl I didn't recognize appeared at my elbow, all lash extensions with a rehearsed laughter.
"You must
