A fist connected with Rhys's jaw before I could process what was happening. The crack echoed even over the music. Rhys went down hard, finally freeing my wrist, glasses skittering across the floor.

Lucien stood over him, chest heaving, knuckles already reddening. Security surrounded the scene within seconds. Two large men in black pulled Lucien back while another helped Rhys to his feet.

"What the hell?" One of the security guards looked between them.

"He grabbed her," Lucien growled, shaking ...