Chapter 2 - THE MEZZANINE TRAP
The diamond was heavy, cold, and entirely too large, but it slid onto my ring finger as if it had been forged for it. I stared at the flawless emerald-cut stone just as the heavy velvet doors of the VIP mezzanine swung open. Finn burst in, breathless, his eyes scanning the dim room before locking onto me. His relief was instant, quickly followed by a patronizing sigh as he marched forward. "Lara, Jesus. You can't just run out like that—" Finn’s voice died in his throat. He finally registered the man standing beside me. His father's hand was resting securely on the small of my back, a silent, terrifying claim. "Dad?" Finn choked out, the color draining from his face. "What are you doing here?" Ronan’s expression didn't shift. He pulled me a fraction of an inch closer. "Protecting my fiancée from a boy who doesn't know how to treat her." Finn’s gaze dropped to my left hand. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of Finn's entire world fracturing.
