Chapter 61 Small World
- ~Sienna~
- Grant’s grip on my wrist was like a steel vice, his fingers digging into my skin as he yanked me toward a dark corner of the club. The crowded dance floor blurred around me, the music pounding like the rapid beat of my heart.
- “What the hell, Grant? Let me go!” I hissed, struggling against him. My heels skidded on the glossy floor as I fought to keep my balance.