“Nash,” I gasp, his lips finding their way to my mouth. We’re no longer dancing. Fuck I don’t even know if my legs are holding me up. Then, he breaks the kiss, spinning me around so I’m facing Alistair across the room on the couch. His eyelids are heavy, and he’s staring at me with intensity, his drink clutched tightly in his hands. Nash’s mouth is next to my ear again. “Look, he’s thinking the same thing I am. You’re caught between two alphas, Zara. What have you gotten yourself into?”
