Lena

“Well, yes, love, and if you care to know, it worked, and now I’m very jealous.” His voice was husky.

I tried to move away, but he leaned even closer, trapping me in place with his strong arms on each side.

“Why would you be jealous of my dancing, Cassian? I’m doing exactly what I do—dance,” I explained. “The crowd was entertained. I may be a bloody good dancer after all!”

He grabbed my chin and lifted it so he could peer at me. “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about, Lena.”

My breath caught in my throat. “You let those filthy bastards touch you…”

My eyes...