He looked like he'd stepped off a GQ cover in his perfectly tailored black suit, all broad shoulders and endless legs, radiating that don't-mess-with-me energy that usually sent people scrambling.

But he didn't even slow down. Instead, his grip tightened, making it impossible to pull away.

I stumbled after him, twisting around to catch Brandon's eye, hoping he'd at least tell Aurora where I'd disappeared to. His gaze was intense, unreadable, before softening into ...