Chapter 227

Isla's POV

The music shifted, and I was spun out of Lucas’s grip.

I expected to feel Graham’s hands return to my waist, but instead, I landed against a chest that felt like stone. I looked up and my heart plummeted.

It was Damian.

His eyes were narrow, gleaming with a predatory light behind his mask.

He pulled me far too close, his grip bruising my arm as he forced me into the steps of the dance