“You’re right. We need to keep talking and we’re drawing attention.” Stark’s hand closes around my wrist like an iron vise. “Dance with me.” My thoughts stutter to a stop. I look at his hand, then back into his eyes. Surely, I didn’t hear that right. I find my voice. “No, thank y—” He yanks me onto the crowded dance floor. “Wasn’t a request, princess.”
