Chapter 21

She rubbed the edge of the table with her thumb. What would he say first? That she’d made a fool of herself last night? That she ought to be nicer to Wiley? “What if I promised you I wouldn’t cause any trouble if you agreed to take me home?”

His eyes glinted dangerously. Her scent was making him feel aggressive. He needed to touch her. “I’d tell you to stop sulking.” In a lightning fast maneuver, he snaked his hand around her waist and pulled her roughly up to him. She pushed against him, but was no match for his large, battle-toned body.

Giving her nowhere to run, he voiced a suspicion that budded in his mind while watching her drink more than was good for her. “Admit it, you’re jealous of Rihlia.”

She struggled, but he wouldn’t give an inch. “Wiley is my friend! I’ve never been jealous of her in my life.” She grunted, twisted, but his arm was a rigid restraint. With a strangled shriek of rage, she aimed a bite at his shoulder, but he seized her hair and imprisoned her head.