Chapter 12 The Name That Burns
- The sound of shattering glass still echoes in my ears.
- Jaxon’s hand is clamped around my arm, dragging me through a service corridor lit with harsh fluorescents. Behind us, the party is chaos, security shouting, guests screaming, the heavy thud of boots moving fast.
- “Stop.” I try to jerk free, but his grip only tightens.