Knox is about to walk away, but something in the audience catches his attention. I quickly realize it’s me when his gaze cuts to mine. To say he’s pissed would be an understatement. The look he’s shooting me is full of so much venom a lesser person would cry and slink away. But I stand firm, even when he shoves through the crowd and wraps his hand around my wrist. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
