Windsor's POV
The disbelief in his dark eyes shifted instantly to something far more dangerous. Betrayal burned there, and it ignited a fury in my chest that I had never felt before.
"We have nothing left to discuss," I stated coldly, drawing a line in the sand. "Now please move."
But I had underestimated just how relentless Weston could be. During our relationship, he had shown me glimpses of this side, but he had always held back. Now, those restraints were gone, and terror shot through my bloodstream.
His fingers wrapped around my wrist like a steel trap. His free hand traced the concealed mark on my neck with possessive scrutiny. I silently thanked whatever gods existed that Pauline's makeup skills were flawless.
"What do you think you're doing?" I shouted, desperate for someone to notice. But the music pounded through the walls, drowning out everything else.
