Maisie
"Don't fucking touch her!"
We both glanced to the left. It was Cole.
He was dressed in a velvet green suit that matched the emerald of his eyes. His blonde hair was slicked back from his face, and if I had been a different woman and him, a different man, I might have thought he looked handsome tonight.
But next to Soren, he looked plain. Small. Like a child playing on a field he would never have the ability to master.
His eyes flared gold as he attempted to grab me out of Soren's grasp with a snarl, "She was promised to me! Get your filthy hands off her!"
Without even sparing a glance in Cole's direction, Soren caught him right out of thin air, made a grunt of displeasure and flung him across the amphitheater, straight into one of the stone pillars. The sickening crack of bones against stone made my stomach lurch.
Lana screamed.
