"So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
E.A. Bucchianeri"
RUBY MCCLURE P.O.V
Before I could even think what was happening or who the hell was he, the man pulled me away from them and took me to the centre of the dance floor.
I let air reach my lungs realising I was holding my breath. The man cleared his throat and I finally looked up at him.
He was a tall man wearing a black clay mask that covered almost everything. And by almost I mean the only parts that weren't covered were his full pumps lips and his cold blue eyes. Very familiar…. Blue eyes.
I took a sharp intake of breath as I felt a burning sensation on my back. His cold hands wrapped around my waist as he held me closer to him, closer enough that I could feel his heart beating rapidly.
