Zeda’s best part of the night came when everyone gathered to watch the film clip of the party drama behind a huge flat-screen TV, huge bowls of milky popcorn in hand.

Vyr sat beside her, his arm crossed casually behind her seat, his hand enticingly brushing the nape of her neck and the edge of her shoulder, making her lean back even more into his space.

Everyone laughed at the funny scenes, the fight between her and Vyr making them howl even louder, Vyr included.

When it reached the ...