His eyes fell upon you across the gala. An immediate snarl came upon his face. Daeron made his way through the crowd up to behind you and grabbed the back of your arm tightly. This startled you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he muttered in her ear.

“My father’s gala? Really?” he began to drag her back into the back of the museum.

“Not today, you dumb bitch.”