Chapter 50 Chapter Fifty

• The men moved like fast—calm, calculated, each step smart. The crowd seemed to part unconsciously, as though they were dancing to the music.
• The bass was still beating so loud that they didn't know the turmoil the danger that was lurking around the club house.
• Blair’s nails dug deeper into my hand, sharp crescents biting my skin. Her emerald eyes were locked on me, shimmering with both fear and defiance. “Eli…” she whispered again, but this time it wasn’t just fear in her tone—it was a plea.