LIANDREN'S POV

"Touch me again and this drink might just be the least of your problems," I mumbled under my breath, letting the glass slip from my grip and crashed against the floor.

Melody’s nose flared, her fists tightening.

I wanted her to come at me. Maybe then I'd have enough reason to justify my actions—even if I hit her.

"You just ruined my dress," she groaned, swallowing hard.

I ran my gaze slowly, letting it trail from her feet until it landed on her face. "I can see ...