Nathaniel's POV Turns out leaving wasn't exactly optional. The second I hit Charles, Annabel's security showed up, and they didn't care about explanations, harassment, or self-defense. "House policy," they said. "Any physical violence means immediate removal." So there we were, sitting on the curb outside one of the most exclusive clubs in London. I was still in my suit and Annie was in her elegant dress. Each of us were holding a drink we had managed to sneak out in the chaos. "Well," I said, taking a sip of my whisky, "this definitely wasn't on my agenda tonight." Annie laughed, a real laugh that cut through the tension. "I bet it wasn't. Sorry I ruined your night." "You didn't ruin anything," I said right away. "That idiot did." "Still... you didn't have to do that. Now we got thrown out because of me." I looked at her, sitting beside me on the curb, still trembling a little, and felt a fresh surge of anger toward Charles. How could anyone treat a woman like that? An
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