A cold shout rang out as Holly Sinclair's hand was seized.
Sharp pain shot through her wrist.
Holly Sinclair didn't have to look up to know it was Tristan Sterling. It couldn't be anyone else.
She looked up, meeting his cold gaze.
Tristan Sterling's eyes were glacial. The chill emanating from him was so intense it was like being plunged into an icehouse.
"Tristan..."
Vivian Linton immediately ducked behind Tristan Sterling, calling his name in a choked voice before turning to Holly Sinclair with an aggrieved look. "Holly, you really need to work on that temper of yours. Megan and I were just trying to reason with you. It's one thing not to appreciate it, but how could you lay a hand on us...?"
Holly Sinclair paid her no mind, not even bothering to spare her a glance.
"Let go!"
Holly Sinclair gritted her teeth, trying to wrench her arm away from Tristan Sterling, but his grip was like an iron vise, making it impossible for her to break free.
