C84 Partying

As for Lucien, he did not say a word but the hand that fastened itself around my upper arm, presumably to help me, was like a harsh vice, tight and painful. I dabbed at my mouth furtively but I felt his cold eyes follow my gesture.

'What was that?' he snarled, his voice low and vibrating with a slow-burning rage.

I turned to look up at him fearfully, wide-eyed