(Chelsea's POV)

His hand was on my back as he led me back into the club and then out through the front. His hand felt gentle on my back, quite the opposite from the man who just snapped someone's bone without blinking. It should comfort me. Instead, something twisted painfully inside me. Because I shouldn't even want his comfort.

I shouldn't even want him.

Not after what I saw. Him with that woman in the club. He had even kissed her.

"Slow down." Leonard murmured. "You're walking too fast."

I didn't even realize I was practically speed-walking. Like if I slowed down, the reality would catch me.

"I'm fine," I...