Fiona POV
“Fiona, wait,” Billy calls, but I’m already spinning on my heel and retreating. I don’t want to hear it right now. Whatever he has to say, he can hold it in. Apparently, he’s good at that.
Billy doesn’t follow me as I weave my way through the crowd, but I do feel someone behind me. They’re close, right on my heels as I push through the doors into the lobby. If he didn’t have an ulterior motive, why wouldn’t he tell me who he was? I’ve revealed so much about myself to him while he kept everything hidden from me.
A large hand circles my arm, gently pulling me back without hurting me.
“Fiona, don’t—”
“Please stop.”
Nolan pauses, staring down at me with concern as his eyes search my face.
“Don’t act like you can’t get through this event without me, Nolan. You’re not as us
