Hannah’s POV

　　Before I could ask, Christian moved closer, his hand tightening protectively around mine. “We need to get out of here,” he muttered, his voice laced with an edge I hadn’t heard before. I was now a bit sober.

　　“What? Why?” I started to turn around, trying to see what had caught his attention, but Christian quickly stepped in front of me, blocking my view. He gently but firmly steered me off the dance floor, his arm resting securely around ...