Evelyn's POV
Marcus's fingers dig into my arm like claws.
"Let go," I say through my teeth.
He drags me toward the side door, away from the crowd. Away from Damien. His grip hurts so much my eyes water.
"Your father wants to talk to you." Marcus's smile is the fake kind that never reaches his eyes. "Stop being difficult."
I yank my arm back. "I said let go."
"No." He grabs harder, his nails cutting into my skin. "You're coming with me right now."
"Don't touch me!" I shout it loud enough that people turn to stare.
Marcus's face turns red. He reaches for me again, both hands this time, and suddenly he's not there anymore.
Damien moves so fast I barely see it. One second Marcus is grabbing me. The next second he's on the floor surrounded by broken champagne glasses. His arm is bent at a wrong angle and he's screaming.
Three moves. That's all it took.
