Hannah's POV

　　I felt the world around me blur as Christian's hand clamped around my wrist and yanked me from the bar. The hazy fog of alcohol still clung to my mind, but the harshness of his grip cut through it like ice water. Stumbling in my heels, I barely managed to keep up with his long, angry strides. My heart pounded in my chest, more from the tension in the air than from the physical exertion.

　　"Christian, what are you doing?" I slurred, trying to keep my ...