For a moment everything is still, the formerly crowded dance floor now empty as all guests had returned to their seats. Only Nelson and I were left standing. Nelson was as still as the ocean before a tide, his hand unrelenting as he gripped my fingers. I tried once more to yank my hand but the bastard just responded by tightening his fist.
I had already resigned myself to having my fingers go numb when a nervous waiter carefully approached us and told us the auction was about to start. The information seems to jerk Nelson back to life because he quickly turns and pulls me into a fast trot towards our table. I practically collapse in my chair once he releases me at our table before elegantly folding himself in his own seat , face clear of any indication that he was upset by the comment on him killing his brother. I was still terrified that the man I had been living with for the past 2 months had been so heartless that he could kill his own brother.
