Page 85 of Her Wolf

“Milo, can you hear me?” He held the radio to his ear.

“…get…Lars…fucking…”

Cora was facing the DJ box now, arms in the air, yelling. The man behind her was standing a few paces away, but he wasn’t looking at her anymore. Instead, he was scanning the crowd.

Of course; he’d probably mistaken Cora for someone else. She wasn’t the only woman with a sugar-skull painted on her face; he’d seen a handful of other girls wearing similar make up and outfits tonight.

“Hold on,” Bailey yelled into the radio. “I can’t hear you, over.”

He shouldered his way out of the crowd again, ignoring the cusses thrown his way.

When he reached the outskirts, he radioed in to Finn again. This time, the man’s reply was clearly legible.

“Man down! Get Cora the fuck out of here!”

The beer fell from Bailey’s fingers. He spun back, this time sending party goers sprawling to the floor if they didn’t move out of his way fast enough. Shocked cries and angry yells traced his path of destruction through the crowd.

He fought his way to where he’d last seen Cora.

She wasn’t there.

“Cora!” He didn’t care if anyone heard. He had to find her. “Cora!”

Bailey spun around, rising to his toes to give him as much height over the crowd as possible.

But he already knew what he’d see.

Cora was gone.

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