Faye.

Neil had a strong grip on my wrist, but it wasn’t aching. I pushed aside the confusion gnawing within me to the back of my mind and let him lead me from the gala. He didn’t say a word on our way out, didn’t even slow his pace, and I felt like an idiot for letting myself get drawn along behind him.

I’d put on a fake smile for all the pairs of eyes we walked past. My heartbeat increased rapidly, but I made myself look cool, and normal, like the perfect fiancée of the perfect ...