Dahlia's POV
My smile froze on my face, and every nerve in my body went haywire. My mind went completely blank, leaving me standing there like an idiot.
Instinct kicked in, and I turned to flee. But Soren's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist before I could take a single step.
One eyebrow arched elegantly, and a dangerous smile played at the corners of his mouth, though his eyes remained cold as winter. "Going somewhere?"
Soren's voice was velvet over steel—the kind that could seduce or intimidate depending on his mood. Those impossibly long lashes framed eyes that seemed to see straight through me, complementing features that belonged on a magazine cover.
I understood why women threw themselves at him. Unfortunately for them, I was immune to his particular brand of charm.
I forced myself to meet his gaze, my pulse hammering against my throat. The heat from his touch made my mouth go dry. "I think there's been a mistake," I managed.
