Lyra
The ballroom went dead silent. The music kept playing, but I was sure no one was listening. Every eye was fixed on the center of the floor where Liam held my arm.
“Let her go, Liam,” Arthur said. His voice was smooth, but his eyes were shining with so much delight. He didn't look scared. He looked like he was enjoying every bit of this, like he had anticipated it.
What a bastard.
“She is not dancing with you,” Liam repeated. His voice was low, vibrating with a rage that made my skin crawl. His grip was tight, not enough to bruise, but enough to show that he wasn't letting go, at least not without a fight.
One year.
And the first time we met, the first time he touched me, it was in a fight.
Arthur let out a laugh. He looked around at the crowd, making sure they were all watch
