Hannah POV

　　“Hannah!”

　　I jerked back, my eyes snapping open as I turned toward the sound. My pulse was still racing, my thoughts spinning in a whirlwind of confusion. Standing just a few feet away, looking furious and out of place in the dim lighting of the bar, was Michael.

　　He was glaring at us with an expression of pure rage, his fists clenched at his sides. The sight of him made my stomach twist in disgust, and whatever spell had been cast ...