Chapter 14

Emery Quinn

The air in the hallway could have cracked glass.

The music from the club seemed muffled now, as if the tension between the three of us had created its own soundproof barrier. I could feel the weight of curious glances from other patrons who’d wandered into the hallway, their conversations dying as they sensed the electricity crackling between us. The dim lighting cast harsh shadows across both men’s faces, making them look like warriors preparing for battle.

Zayn’s hand clamped down on my arm, and in one sharp tug, he pulled me against him, putting my body entirely out of Killian’s reach.

The movement was so sudden, so possessive, that I stumbled slightly against Zayn’s chest. His cologne—something expensive and woodsy—filled my senses, but it felt suffocating rather than comforting. This wasn’t the easy, playful dynamic we’d shared on the dance floor. This was something primal, territorial, and completely different from the charming man who’d made me laugh just minutes