Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 15

Brielle was dragging her into the bustling crowd of the bar. “Aubree, if you start a fight, she’ll just end up crying on Spencer’s shoulder.

“Damn! As if I’m afraid of him!”

Brielle knew Aubree wasn’t scared. Hell, she herself wanted to slap Lillian. But this was a nightclub, a regular haunt for the city’s elite. If Aubree and Spencer had a showdown, tomorrow’s headlines would be all about them. The Dorsey family and the Clements family would be dragged through the mud.

“Isn’t your brother going to be on your case if you make a scene?”

At that, Aubree clammed up, her cheeks burning red with frustration.

The dance floor was packed and the DJ had just dropped a beat-heavy track that whipped the crowd into a frenzy. The two of them got separated in the commotion.

Left with no other choice, Brielle found a quiet corner in the hallway to call Aubree.

jostled by the crowd, looked up to see a tall, familiar figure at the entrance and felt a shiver of fear. “Bri, where are you? I’m fine, but jeez, I must’ve walked under a ladder or something today. I just saw my brother. It’s all that witch’s fault. I want to tear her

and walking straight

the phone, “Who’s clothes are you planning to tear to shreds?” Then the line with a cacophony

been abroad because she

be through led

ruthless. Among Beaconsfield’s most prestigious famil Clements

call cut off, and as Brielle tried to redial to check on Aubree, she backed into a w chest.

was he

dim, almost intimate lighting of the club, he still exuded a regal presence, but his fingertips. brushing over the marks on her neck betrayed his rougher side-calluses perhaps from years of handling guns, or

standing behind him. Andrew squinted at her, amusement flickering in his

isn’t the Max’s little

as Andrew She was good friends with Aubree but had never visited the Clements

spiked Max’s drink with distilled vodka-a high-proof alcohol that could floor even the most seasoned drinker.

a dangerously seductive vampire out of a

be missing those hands of yours soon.” The threat in his