Page 85 of Unbreakable Vow

She straightens, throws her chin up and storms out, slamming the door behind her.

A second later it opens again.

“I said go!” I bellow before realizing it’s Dimitri.

“She’s gone,” he says, realizing I was yelling at Victoria. “But Cora is here.”

My body tenses.

“What do you mean here?” She’s supposed to be at home with Krista. They’re supposed to be gorging themselves on popcorn and bad movies.

“I mean she and her friend are in the VIP section. Zack put them in a booth and called over to me to let you know.”

“Make sure security follows Victoria out and she doesn’t make any stops along the way.”

“How long doyou think it will be before that guy comes over here?” Krista nudges me with her elbow and tilts her head toward the table two spots over.

Three men stand around a high-top with a bucket of beers in the middle.

“Which one exactly?” I ask, taking note that all three have military-styled high and tight haircuts and the physique to go with it.

“The tallest one. With the blue eyes.” She picks up her margarita and sips.

“You can’t see his eye color from here.” It’s dim in this back corner. Zack put us back here to hide us, I’m sure of it. Krista doesn’t seem to mind though. She’s getting a good view of all the men in the area.

“Oh, I can tell.” She laughs. “You wanna dance?” She’s already scooting out of the booth.

“Not really.” But I follow her anyway. We didn’t come out just to sit and wallow. We could have done that at home with more comfortable shoes on.

As soon as we step onto the dance floor we’re surrounded by other dancers. Kraze is one of the top clubs in the city, and Saturday nights are probably the busiest.

“Try to have fun. Forget about everything else. Just have fun,” Krista yells over the music.

I nod in agreement.

I could definitely use some fun.

By the sixth song, my throat is dry, and my feet are killing me. These shoes were not meant for the dance floor.

“I need a drink, and to pee!” I yell in her ear.

“Drinks!” she cheers and grabs my hand, navigating me through the crush of the dance floor to the VIP bar. “I’ll get them, you go pee and meet me at the table. I need to cool off a bit.” She fans herself.

Thankfully, the VIP section has its own restroom set up, so there isn’t a long line when I get there.

Once I’m finished, I wash my hands and wipe down my face with a wet paper towel. Between the bodies, the lights, and dancing, there’s a thin layer of sweat covering my face and chest.

When I take a step back from the sink, I step on a foot.

“Oh! Shit. I’m sorry.” I spin around to finish apologizing and run straight into a woman’s shoulder.

“Wow.” She catches me before I stumble back and laughs. “I have you.”

“I’m so sorry,” I say again, looking up and finding Victoria staring down at me.

My stomach does a nosedive.

She’s here.

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