Nicolas dipped into a graceful bow, a charming smile playing at his lips. "It was truly an honor to share a dance with you, Mi'Lady."
Alicia smiled, breath still caught in the rhythm of the dance. "I would say—"
But the rest of her words dissolved into the air as Adrien's fingers wrapped firmly around her wrist, tugging her away without so much as a glance back. In an instant, she was swept back onto the floor, into the storm of his presence, his hand finding her waist with that same cold, commanding hold.
"What the hell is wrong with you lately?" she hissed under her breath, her glare sharp as steel, meeting his unflinching gaze. "You act like I'm some kind of possession—like I belong to you."
Adrien's steps were precise, fluid, like a predator in control of every movement. His fingers tightened just slightly, drawing her closer until their bodies nearly touched.
Alicia's breath caught. "I don't belong to anyone."
