I expected to see golden, but I turned to see the rage burning behind a blue pair of eyes.

Just Rafael.

I heaved a sigh of relief when Ronan finally left and reached for a champagne flute, but Rafael snatched it from me.

Of course he'd do that. Lucien surely instructed him to keep an eye on me.

"The fruit punch was specifically placed for you. Drink that or drink water."

What did I look to them, twelve?

I scoffed as he walked away with my drink. Just then, soft, warm fingers ...