They made their way back to the VIP. She released his hand, made her way to the server, and asked for another drink to be brought to her. Now the skirmish was over, she was feeling decidedly less happy than she had prior to going to the bathroom. She avoided Isaias’ gaze and moved to sit on one of the tall bar stools near a tall table overlooking the dance floor and stared down.
Warm hands pressed to her shoulders while his lips touched her cheek, “are you okay?”
“Nothing my sister hasn’t come at with before.”
“It’s not what I asked,” he moved to stand in front of her, “simply because you’ve dealt with bitches your entire life doesn’t mean you’re okay when it happens. Are you okay?”
“I’m angry.” She met his gaze directly.
“As you should be.”
“Will this happen a lot? Whe
