Chapter 45

The club’s floor spun slightly as I made another circuit, finding no trace of her. The bass pounded through my body, matching the throbbing

that had started behind my eyes. Damn it, I shouldn’t have drunk those shots so quickly.

My phone buzzed again, and I fumbled to answer it, my fingers suddenly clumsy.

“Elsa,” Sophia’s voice came through, choked with tears. “T hey won’t let me leave… please…”

The fear in her voice sent ice through my veins, momentarily cutting through the alcohol haze. “I’m coming,” I promised, turning sharply

toward the numbered rooms.

When I reached room 114, the scene inside made my blood boil despite the alcohol trying to cool me down. Sophia was trapped against the edge of a table, her silver hair disheveled, eyes glassy with fear as four men surrounded her. One of them held a glass of clear liquid to her lips