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I head out of the bathroom and rest my back on the bar, my eyes locking onto her.

Now it’s just her and Lily dancing.

And then she spots me.

Her laughter falls. Her eyes turn to slits. And she stomps over.

“Yeah. I’ll wait back over with the guys for this,” Rowan tells me and leaves.

Great.

Here we go.

Operation Possessive may not have gone to plan.

Chapter 83

HALLIE

I’m about to turn back to Lily when Jason storms across the dance floor toward me, rubbing his jaw.

“You know some psycho just attacked me in the bathroom? Grabbed me by the throat. Said he’d cut my fucking hands off if I touched you again.”

My stomach drops.

I don’t even have to ask who it was.

“Sorry,” I mutter, though I’m not sure why I’m apologizing.

“Yeah. Whatever. I’m out of here.” He shakes his head and pushes past me, disappearing into the crowd.

I swallow hard, feeling that familiar static in the air.

And then I see him.

Conan.

Leaning against the bar like he owns the place.

God, he looks smug with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning back on the bar.

Smug, but handsome as hell.

And that suit. Fuck. I could rip it off him with my teeth.

Okay. I need to calm down on the alcohol.

He flashes me a grin and I stomp towards him. I am so done with this bullshit.

“Did you tell that guy not to dance with me?” I jab my nail into his chest.

“Hmm.”

“Did you?”

He leans in, and my breath hitches.

“I didn’t exactly say those words. I just explained what would happen to him if he touched what’s mine again.”

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