*Aryanna*
The hall froze. Quiet gasps, heavy breaths, and a cough here and there were the only sounds from the gathered crowd. All eyes swung from Darren and me to the back of the room where Lisa stood enraged. Her eyes bulged with anger, and her mouth was a hard slash of red. For a moment, she looked unhinged, hair disheveled and cheeks flushed. She was the perfect picture of a woman madly obsessed with nothing left to lose. My pulse thrummed in my ears, a loud, painful beat as the realization sank in—whatever game she was playing, she meant to end it there.
Darren’s hand tightened around mine, his grip turning to iron. His thumb hovered over my knuckle. The ring slipped, barely brushing my skin before he let it fall. His voice dropped dangerously low. “What are you doing, Lisa?” Each word sliced through the air like a warning.