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with someone to go on a date?"
"Umm, last I checked, a date involved more than one person. "
"Oh good, I guess that leaves you out of it then."
He grabbed my wrist. "Listen to me, slut, I know you're here with someone, so why not just come out and say it?"
I yanked my arm from his grasp and got up.
He stood and pressed his hands against the wall to either side of me. My vision swept from one end of the room to the other. No one was paying attention to us, and Logan was missing from the stage.
I bowed my head. "What's it matter to you who I date?"
Dennis took both my arms and held them above my head. "This." He yanked my hair with his free hand. "And this."
I closed my eyes and spoke through clenched teeth. "Someone will notice you and—"
"And what? Look around, kitty. We're role-playing, that's it. No one's the wiser."
"But. I. Am."
That voice. I opened my eyes just in time to see Logan standing right behind Dennis.
Logan put a hand on Dennis's shoulder. "Let her go."
"Look, pal, I don't know who you think you are," Dennis pulled his shoulder away from Logan before turning to face him, "but you're kind of interrupting. Do you mind?"
"And I'm telling you, pal, you need to leave. Now."
Dennis released me, but kept himself between Logan as well as myself. "Or what, you'll have me kicked out?"
"No. I'm more than capable of doing that myself. I'd beat you down right here if there wasn't a demo going on. You don't belong here, so again I'm asking you—nicely—to leave."
Dennis squared his shoulders and fixed his jacket. "Look, we were just talking."
"Not from where I was standing. Seems to me like the lady was trying to escape and you attacked her." Logan looked from Dennis to me. "Are you okay?"
"She's fine," Dennis growled, pushing Logan back. "Why don't you go back up there and finish playing pretend. I've got things here."
Logan narrowed his gaze, but said nothing. Stepping past Dennis, he wrapped an arm around my waist and walked with me in front of him. My head was spinning, and not just from the way Logan had arrived at the right time either.
I started to wonder what would've happened if I'd stayed home. Things could've been a lot worse.
"Keep walking," Logan said in a thin whisper. "There's a door in front of us. I want you to go through it and wait for me on the other side. Understand?"
I nodded, quickening my pace without looking back. But I couldn't help hearing Dennis screaming at me from the main room. The crowd erupted in a sea of voices, most of which were just as surprised as I'd been. Keep walking, Kira. For love of God, keep walking.
Chapter Five
M y heart jumped when the door to the small room opened. Searching around for something to defend myself with, all I found worth using was a cane. I held it in front of me, lowering it once I saw Logan's head poke around the corner.
"Jesus," Logan breathed, closing the door behind him. He took the cane away from me and pulled me into his arms. "Are you okay?"
"Define okay ," I said, wincing when my voice cracked.
He drew in a deep breath and held me tight. "I am so sorry."
I frowned and looked up at him. "Why should you be sorry?"
"Because. I didn't want something like that happening tonight. Here." He guided me over to a sofa and sat me down.
While he checked me for the usual scrapes and bruises, I got a better look at him as well as the room. His dark, grey eyes are what caught my attention first. Maybe it was the lighting in the room or the testosterone Dennis had most assuredly stirred up in him. No matter what it was, his eyes seemed more feral than human.
As for the room, it was no bigger than my bathroom and had an assortment of items in it. Items such as the cane I'd used as a spur-of-the-moment baseball bat, floggers and cuffs. I shivered from the latter, the memory of Dennis holding a pair very similar to them still at the front of my mind.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Logan asked again, gently caressing my cheek.
I bobbed my