Raven POV
Tyler headed straight for me like a man on a mission, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten. I tried to turn away, hoping to avoid the confrontation, but I wasn't quick enough. Before I could even take another step, his hand shot out, grabbing mine firmly.
Great. People were already looking. Of course they were. With everything going on, with the prince's disappearance, with the weird atmosphere swirling around me, it felt like the entire damn room had been waiting for this moment. But Tyler seemed oblivious to the stares. His focus was entirely on me. His grip tightened, pulling me in the direction he wanted to go.
I tried to pull away, but it was no use. Tyler had that terrifying strength that made it impossible to break free once he set his sights on something, and apparently, I was his target for the moment.
"Hey, we need to talk," he said, his voice low and urgent, his grip firm as he started dragging me across the room.
