Alex, either too drunk or too far gone in his delusion to understand the warning, sneered. “She’s mine!” he yelled, his voice raw and filled with anger. “You can’t—”
Before Alex could finish his sentence, Lora stepped in front of Azriel, placing a hand on his chest. She knew Azriel was close to snapping, and while part of her was tempted to let him handle Alex, she also knew that nothing good would come from escalating the situation further, especially on a public event.
“Enough, Alex,” Lora said firmly, her voice cutting through the tension. “You need to leave. Now. You’ve embarrassed yourself enough tonight, and I won’t stand here and watch you make it worse.”
Alex’s expression twisted into something ugly, hurt, anger, and desperation all swirling together. For a moment, it looked lik
