“Careful,” Nico’s low voice cut through, his hand resting on the small of your back as if it belonged there. His piercing eyes locked on the man who had dared approach you. “She’s not yours to touch.”
The man stammered and backed away, vanishing into the crowd.
You raised a brow, half-amused, half-defiant. “And what makes you think I’m yours?”
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