CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN : Be Careful with Me

Nova POV

Everything around me went silent. Not literally because the music was still there, all soft and pretty like nothing ugly ever happened in the world but in my head, it was just static.

Luca’s hand was out.

Grant’s grip around my waist was solid.

And every pair of eyes on that dancing floor and in that hall felt like they were pressing against my skin, waiting to see which man I’d choose.

I wanted to scream. Out of the endless cycle ...