“Because your father…”
“Is dead! My parents are dead Myles. Fuck what they would have wanted for me. What about what I want!?”
I can see the tears threatening in his eyes.
“Is everything okay?” Quin’s voice comes from behind Myles. When he sees my tears he quickly steps around him and walks over to me. He wraps an arm around me and pulls me close.
“I think you should go back to the party. I’ll let your date know where you went,” Quin says to Myles.
His dark eyes shift from Quin to me.
“I was just leaving.”
He spins and walks back to the stairs.
Quin places his arms on my shoulder and holds me still. He glances over every inch of me.
“Are you okay, Mina? Did he hurt you?”
“No. I’m fine.”
“Then why are you…”
“Mina! What happened?” Jaz shouts as she, Cash, and Alexandria come walking quickly back to us.
“Where did Myles go?” Alexandria asks, and it’s taking everything in me not to hit the bitch right now.
“He went back to the party. You should go find him,” Quin says with a bit more hostility in his tone than necessary. Alexandria’s eyes shift from Quin to me before she excuses herself and rushes off to find Myles.
“Okay, seriously. What the fuck happened?” Cash questions me.
“Maybe you should rethink your security contract with him,” Quin answers.
“Why?”
“When I came back, he was holding her jaw, and she was crying.” Quin's arm wraps tighter around my shoulders, and it feels like I’m suffocating.
“Is that true?” Jaz asks.
“No…”
“What? Yes, it is. That’s exactly what happened, Mina. Why are you protecting him?!” Quin practically shouts, and my body tenses in his hold.
“I need some air.” I pull free from his grasp and rush up the steps. I go back into the main room and then out the side door to the outdoor patio. It’s cooler out tonight, so it’s thankfully empty. The only person out here is a single bartender stocking the bar.
“Mina!” For fucks sake! Quin followed me outside.
“I just want to be alone.”
“What the fuck happened down there?” He spins me back toward him and grabs onto my shoulders. I can see out of the corner of my eye as the bartender goes running inside, I’m assuming to get Cash.
“Nothing, just drop it!”
“No! He did something to you, and I’m not letting you go until you tell me!” His fingers dig into my shoulders. He presses into the scar on my shoulder from where Mac cut me that day, and I yelp from the pain.
“Get your fucking hands off of her!”
*Crack*
