Brenna POV

The grip from the large hand tightened around my wrist like a vice.

For a split second, a rage grew in me that nearly bubbled out. My head was fuzzy, but I kept my mouth closed as I took a deep breath through my nose.

When I looked down at the hand though, I realized that it didn’t belong to Kieran. The owner had a white and blue striped long sleeve shirt.

Even while intoxicated, it clicked that Kieran had on black, as usual, ...