Rowan released me instantly. I stared at my wrist. He hadn’t been holding me that harshly, but I swore I could feel the imprint of his skin against mine, a perfect replication of his five fingers and palm. He glowered at my empty glass.

“How much have you had to drink?”

I had fully expected that question, which was why I had shown restraint despite my nerves.

“Just two.” Honestly, I could have used more for a boost of courage. “I’m not even buzzed.”

“Did that fucker drug you?” He started to turn toward the trio of men in the corner, but I wrapped my hand around his forearm.

He...