Her eyes narrowed in confusion.

Arthur lunged forward, grabbing my bare bicep.

His fingers dug into the muscle, squeezing hard enough to leave dark, plum-colored bruises.

“You will not ruin this night,” he hissed under his breath, his breath reeking of bourbon and panic.

“You will walk out that door right now, or I will destroy whatever pathetic little career you’ve built.”

I slowly lowered my gaze to his hand gripping my arm.