Nathaniel's glare locked on the man standing far too close to Zara, his arm still draped over her shoulders. Fury burned in Nathaniel's eyes as he looked at the man's hand, his expression hard.
Feeling the weight of his stare, Zara quickly shifted away. "I—"
Before she could say anything further, Nathaniel seized her arm and yanked her to him, firmly holding her in his arms. The sharp tang of alcohol hit his senses, tightening his jaw. "You are drunk," he bit out, his gaze cutting into her.
"I-I just had dinner with my friends," she stammered. "There was wine…"
"You didn't tell me you were going out," Nathaniel interrupted, his irritation spiking.
Eugen's words from earlier resurfaced—Liam had been throwing a party tonight.
Had Zara been there? Why hadn't she said a word?
