Chapter 35

Megan’s POV

Lights flashed. Music pounded. Everything blurred.

"Get off me!" I slurred, pushing away the grabbing hands.

Then HIS voice cut through the chaos. "Get your damned hands off her!"

Chris... He came out of nowhere, eyes blazing.

A whirlwind of movement. Shouts and crashes. Then silence.

"Chris?" I mumbled, barely focused.

He was there, solid and real. Scooping me up effortlessly.

"I'm taking you home," he rumbled. Soothing. Protective.

"No..." I protested weakly, fumbling for my keys. "My place..."

"No... " I rallied enough presence of mind to reach into the folds of my discarded clutch and withdraw my keycard, thrusting it insistently towards Chris with a petulant shake of my head. "My... my place..."

He regarded the proffered card with furrowed bewilderment before realization seemed to dawn across his chiseled features.

"You're sure about that?" The undercurrent of concern in his tim