ped away from the terrace, trying to shake

little to calm the he

s show, not here, not in front of the

r, his grip possessive and tight as

trailing in their wake as the elite of the

but the weight of

a game she didn'

his breath hot

e not going anywhe

but kept her

ess. The battle for her freedom was still ongoing, but

she looked around, pretending t

the ballroom

at glittered l

, the soft hum of orchestra

ing. Every detail remind

nto her waist, posses

y, a message to anyone who dare

o herself anymore.

cross the room, se

still cared about her, that there was still a chance for fr

here

is gaze fixed on her with a mi

way his jaw clenched, the way his body tensed

her attention, because his grip ti

it, Tira," he warned i

didn't respond. She couldn'

t going to let

wd, cutting through the sea of peo

feel the storm building between them, c

s eyes narrowing when he sa

is posture stiffen

s if everyone instinctively knew

th purpose, his eyes

old but filled with something d

his posture rigid, every in

oss

zing each other up like tw

ty between them, the silent challenge that

The tension hung thick in th

her

ice low, his eyes flicking

talk

idn't f

e said, his gaze now cutti

ke what'

a beat, the words hit

re to watch. He was

jaw ti

l away from m

e one that had never felt rig

ason's wife,

he hadn't chosen, a woman who still held

doesn't bel

He turned to Tira then, his ey

can leave.

never look back. But she couldn't. Not yet. Not with

e whispered,

, but there was a flicker o

she couldn't ju

broke throug

ut, grabbing Tira's arm a

done

pinning around her as Jason led her away, dr

, but she couldn't look back. She

into the crowd, she could fee

s possession. She woul

anwhi

at his sides, and every part of him wanted to rush after them,

. He had to wait f

. For Tira,

*

like an eternity. Tira could feel the weight

test, each word and touch from him a r

uilding, and soon, she wouldn'