He doesn’t wait for Oscar to speak and escorts me away, fuming as he mumbles obscenities under his breath. I can feel Saint’s eyes following my every move, but he refrains from acting out because tonight is all about timing.
Apart from Saint’s eyes, I can’t shake the feeling that someone else watches me. But who?
“You’re shaking,” Alek says, leading me toward the corner of the room. “I know seeing Oscar and Dominic after what happened is beyond traumatizing for you. I’m sorry. I should have revoked his invite!” The true anger in his tone surprises me.
A waiter zips past us, carrying a tray of champagne flutes. Alek stops him and reaches for two glasses. “Here, this will help take the edge off.”
“I’m going to need a lot more than one glass.” Nonetheless, I accept and gulp down the sweet
