Chapter 93

He seems a bit tentative about hitting a girl, but I’m worried for Andrew. “Back off of him, Craig!” Miranda shouts, just as much a Blueblood as she ever was. No, no, more of a Blueblood than she was before. She’s practically regal in that cream colored dress of hers, like a princess. Or maybe even a queen. “If you touch him, I’ll kill you.”

“Yeah?” Craig sneers, shoving Andrew in the chest with a palm. Andrew stumbles back, nostrils flaring, but he holds his ground. Miranda is there in an instant, despite Jessie’s attempts to pull her back. She throws herself at Craig Taittinger, and he raises a fist. I’m ready to step in if I’m wrong, but…

A pale hand clamps onto his wrist and jerks him back so hard that he stumbles, falling into a heap on the porch. A crowd’s gathered around now, as Creed looks down at Ileana’s brother with a face so full of darkness that I barely recognize him.

“Were you thinking about touching my sister?” he whispers, his voice like jagged she