Chapter 23 The Chase

Soraya

Before I can even open my mouth to retort, Roth’s hand clamps around my wrist like a vice. He yanks me out of the crowd and drags me onto the center of the dance floor.

"What the hell are you doing? Let go of me!" I hiss, trying to wrench my arm free, but his grip is like iron.

He igno...

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