His voice had an angry edge to it. My chest squeezed but I forced myself not to flinch. “Excuse me?” I retorted, trying to pull my hand away from his tight grip.

“You are not built for this kind of environment.” His grip tightened on my wrist and I didn’t even think he knew it. “You shouldn’t be here. That’s what I’m saying. Who invited you? Is it…Zayne?” He released my hand.

I scoffed, finding myself angry at the controlling tone he emitted. I looked around, we were quite ...