Page 84 of Shattered Oaths

Country music fills the air as the band on stage sing a cover ofBelong Togetherby Mark Ambor.

My hips sway to the beat, my body damp with sweat from all the dancing the girls and I have been doing all night.

Savannah has her arms loosely slung around Hunter’s shoulders as she drunkenly sings the lyrics to him. Liv is sitting on Grayson’s lap, his hand secured protectively on her thigh as they watch from our table. Daisy sways next to me as Killian and Noah stand on either side of our table, their eyes locked on us.

The two of them have barely spoken all night other than a quick greeting when we first arrived. It’s weird, tense and quite frankly; it’s starting to piss me off. From what Noah told me, my brother had given him his blessing. Yet I haven’t missed the way his jaw ticks and he looks away every time Noah touches me in any way.

“He’ll come around,” Daisy says, her voice loud enoughto be heard over the music.

I look at her, rolling my eyes. “I don’t care whether he does or not. It’s not his decision to make.”

She laughs, her hands finding mine as the two of us dance together. The alcohol thrumming through my veins makes my body run hot and my hair sticks to the damp skin of my exposed back. Daisy is completely sober, her face glowing in that way that only a pregnant woman’s would, but somehow, she’s managed to keep up with the rest of us the entire evening.

The song comes to an end, and I blow out a breath, dragging her off the dance floor and back to our table, only releasing her hand when we’re clear of the crowd and my brother steps forward to greet her. I don’t spare him a glance, instead moving toward Noah who leans against the wall, his legs crossed at the ankles with my drink in his hand. I take it from him and smile.

“Thank you, baby,” I sing-song his words from earlier back to him, bringing the straw to my lips and sucking the cool liquid down as I watch his eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Baby?” he asks, lips tilted in a smirk.

I shrug, cheeks heating. “Thought I’d try it out.”

He pushes himself off the wall and steps towards me, his strong hands finding my hips as he pulls my body flush against his. “I like it.”

“You do, huh?” I ask, tilting my head back to look up at him.

“Mm-hmm,” he hums, leaning down to capture my mouth with his. I melt into his kiss, my body coming alive under his touch as he cradles my face in his hands and licks along the seam of my lips.

I open for him, allowing his tongue to tangle with mine as my arms come around his neck. I let my body weight fallagainst him and he stumbles back a step, breaking our kiss with a chuckle. “You’re drunk, baby.”

His hazel eyes twinkle with amusement under the dim light of the bar.

God, he’s so pretty.

I giggle up at him. “Am not.”

“No?” he asks, one brow raised.

I shake my head. “Nope.”

He laughs again, swiping a hair off my forehead and tucking it being my ear. “You’re not very good at lying.”

I open my mouth to respond but whatever I was about to say is swiftly cut off by a deeper, much colder voice. “Well, if it isn’t my whore of an ex and the man she was sneaking around with.”

Noah’s entire body tenses, his spine snapping straight as his eyes darken on the man standing behind me. I spin in his hold, sobering up quicker than I’ve ever sobered up in my life.

Sneaking around with?The only person here that was sneaking around washim.

Narrowing my eyes, I open my mouth to say just that when I’m cut off.

“Fuck off, Justin,” Killian says, coming to stand beside us for the first time all evening. Relief floods me at the protectiveness in my brother’s tone. I haven’t spoken to him since I sent him the text message to let him know I was staying with Noah, but the way his body slightly blocks mine lets me know that despite being pissed at me for whatever reason, he’s on my side no matter what.

Justin’s glassy eyes move from Noah, to me, to my brother, his face curling in a spiteful smile. “Ahhh, bigbrother,Killian.” He spits, the venom in his tone making me shrink back into Noah slightly.

He’s got that same crazed look in his eyes that he had that night, and I’m hit with the memories of his hands on my body, the cold bathroom countertop at my back as he tried to force his hand down my pants.

It’s ironic how only a few short hours ago, Noah had my body pressed against the bathroom counter ashishands moved all over my body in much the same manner, but I didn’t feel even the slightest amount of fear.

“How does it feel knowing your little sister is nothing but a used up, dirty little slut?”