QUINN
I felt him even before I saw him.
The air was suddenly thick and filled with unspoken words.
Something nearly invisible had just entered the room, and the air decided nothing else mattered anymore until I caught it.
I was still looking around the hall, searching for that thing which took away my ease, when I felt a hand on me.
The fingers clamped around my wrist, hard, unyielding and immediate. I turned sharply and met his eyes.
Morrison.
I did a double-take, my jaw nearly dropping on the ground at the sight of him burning with something more than just anger.
“Have you completely lost your mind?” his voice was low but carried urgency.
His grip tightened slowly as he pulled me closer from my seat, in a bid to take me out of the room. He didn’t care if the scene attracted at
