chapter twenty-seven

**Tyler POV:**

You know that moment when you feel like the most guilty person in the world for something that hasn't happened yet? I was feeling that way. Luke might try something with Emily, and I would be to blame for taking her to that damn party.

"Come on, let's go," I said, grabbing her arm, trying to leave unnoticed as people greeted Luke and others danced to the slow music playing.

I pulled Emily about five meters away from where we were, and then a voice sounded behind us.

"Hey, Tyler Mitchell, leaving so soon? Oh, stay a little longer."

I felt Emily's hand tremble upon hearing Luke's voice, which instantly made me hold her more intensely, trying to convey a security we probably wouldn't have if he tries something.

I felt some curious glances on us.

"Well, Emily doesn't feel very comfortable," I said, looking at the pregnant woman beside me, and she remained motionless.

"At least grant me this dance with her, and then you can go home," he said, approaching her.

I made a move t