Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

fell onto the floor, instantly scurrying in the other direction,
back toward the foyer and the front door.
My phone. My fucking phone. I wouldn’t have time to
stop for it.
Seriously, if this was a fucking prank, I was going to kill
my sister.
It was a clear shot to the front door, so I ran. My hands
slammed into the door, I grabbed the handle and yanked it
open, and raced through, taking a single step outside.
But just then, an arm circled my waist, catching me midstep,
and pulled me back in, shutting the door.
I cried out as the tall body behind me now fixed both arms
around me, holding my arms down, and pressed me into the
door to contain my struggles.
“Damon?” I choked out. “Damon, is that you?”
Even though I was sure there were several people who
might get off on a good prank—especially at Arion’s behest—
he was the first one I thought of. It didn’t even occur to me
he’d be here tonight, especially with the order to stay away
from me, but it was entirely possible he showed up for the
party, right?
“This isn’t funny!” I shouted.
I kicked at the door, trying to push off it and back into him,
but he just picked me up and moved me away. He released me,
and my hands shot up to touch the wall.
The corner. He put us in the corner, next to the ballroom.
I whipped around, now free, and veered around him to get
away. But he was there, stepping in front of me again.
My chest rose and fell, working double-time, as I shot to
the other side and tried to get out of there.
But again, he was there.
I backed up, shaking my head. “Who are you? What is
this?”