Keiran caught up with Cleo just as she was about to be swept onto the dancefloor by another man. Without a second thought, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from the stranger's arms with a force that sent a chill through the room. "Remove your filthy hands from her at once." His voice, low and threatening, was enough to send the man scurrying away, eyes wide with terror.
Cleo yanked her hand back, glaring at Keiran, her fury palpable. "What in the hell is your problem, Keiran?" She crossed her arms defiantly. "You're off having your fun with your precious princess, so why can't I have mine?" Though she spat the words with venom, her traitorous heart betrayed her by skipping a beat at his touch. Keiran had always been possessive of her. Sometimes she would provoke him just to elicit a reaction, to see that flicker of jealousy in his eyes. But tonight wasn't one of those times.
