Just as I opened my mouth to respond, a hand gripped my wrist, hard. I turned to see Louis, his face dark with fury. Without a word, he dragged me away from Sebastian, pulling me toward a more secluded area of the gathering. His grip was tight, almost painful, and I had to quicken my steps to keep up.
Louis’s grip tightened on my wrist, dragging me further away from the gathering. I could feel the eyes of the crowd on us, the whispers behind our backs as we left Sebastian behind. Louis didn’t stop until we reached the edge of the room, the hum of conversation fading to a dull murmur.
He finally let go of my wrist, and I immediately recoiled, rubbing the sore spot where his fingers had dug into my skin.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” His voice was low, barely controlled, vibrating with anger. “You’re out there, making a fool of yourself—flirting with Sebastian, of all people. Do you even realize what you’ve done?”
“What does it matter to you, Louis? You’ve made it pretty clear that I don’t matter anymore. So why should you care who I talk to?”