CHAPTER 20: A Protector

  Hannah’s POV

  Before I could ask, Christian moved closer, his hand tightening protectively around mine. “We need to get out of here,” he muttered, his voice laced with an edge I hadn’t heard before. I was now a bit sober.

  “What? Why?” I started to turn around, trying to see what had caught his attention, but Christian quickly stepped in front of me, blocking my view. He gently but firmly steered me off the dance floor, his arm resting securely around my shoulders as if shielding me from something.

  “Just trust me on this,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

  I let him guide me away from the crowd and toward a quieter corner of the bar. I could feel the tension radiating off him, and it only made my curiosity grow. Once we were far enough from the dance floor, I turned to face him, my brows furrowed in concern.

  “You’re acting strange. Did something happen?”