Chapter 425 Dance Together

MYRANNA

"Adren," I said quickly, stepping back, or at least, trying to.

His hand remained lightly around my arm, serving as a gentle anchor in the chaos of spinning bodies and stomping feet.

I frowned. "I should move. You don't need to—"

His grip softened but didn't drop. "The ground's slippery because of the spilled drinks," he said mildly. "Someone might bump into you again, and you might fall