Chapter Eight

I pulled away, the spell he'd woven over me broken. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was going to kiss the man who bragged about me being an easy shag? It had to have been the champagne or the fact that he'd saved me. That was it. He'd saved me, and I wanted to kiss him because of that.

Sure. I could believe that.

I looked over at the broken glass to find my sister the cause of it.

She was up on the bar, dancing and knocking over drinks with every wobbly step. Two security guards were in the process of trying to get her down, but she was fighting them.

My heart sank. Why did she always have to go so far overboard to be noticed?

“Lydia!” I managed to get over to the bar just as the two guards set her on the ground. “What are you doing?”

She pulled her arms away from the guards and smoothed her hair. “What? How else am I supposed to get noticed? Have you seen how hot the people are here?”

Mr. Darcy pulled the guards to the side as I yanked my sister away from the broken glass.

“Yo