Chapter 6

The moment we left the ballroom, Samuel's grip became an iron vise. My heels scraped uselessly against the polished floor before he hauled me through the doors, my body a limp, uncooperative weight.

Outside, the snowfall had thickened into a relentless curtain of white.

He shoved me roughly into the backseat of the car, climbed in after me, and slammed the door, the lock clicking into place.

He leaned in close, his striking eyes burning with wild fury.

"What, you think you're some kind of hero?"

His fingers dug into my chin, forcing my head up. "You think spilling a…