Page 139 of Shattered By Grace

Adams exhaled, his grip on her hand tightening slightly before he spun her, giving himself a beat to think. When she came back to him, his expression was blank.

“What the fuck is going on? Spit it out, you’re really starting to piss me off.” Victoria stopped but Adams grabbed her, swaying to the music again because they were causing a scene.

“Look I’m sorry.” he muttered. “When’s the last time you’ve had eyes on Taylor and Justin?”

Victoria frowned, the sudden shift throwing her off. “I just saw them,” she admitted. “Taylor was actually leading Justin out of the ballroom. It looked like things were taking off for them.” She let out a small, nervous laugh. “Not that I truly approve…”

“Victoria,” Adams cut in, his voice sharp. “Justin took her.”

The words didn’t register.

Her brows knitted together, a slow shake of her head. “What?”

Adams’ jaw flexed. “I’m saying she didn’t just leave with him. He took her.”

No. That didn’t make sense. Taylor had been smiling. She looked happy. She had been the one leading Justin toward the door…

Her stomach dropped.

Her eyes snapped back to Adams. His expression was tense, waiting for it to click.

“No,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Adams’ grip on her arm tightened slightly. “Yes.”

She didn’t think, didn’t breathe, before shoving away from him, pushing through the crowd.

“Victoria!” Adams cursed under his breath, following.

She barely noticed the ballroom fading behind her as she ran toward the doors, her pulse a frantic roar in her ears.

Taylor.

She had to find her.

Now.

Chapter Sixty-Two

Victoria’s pulse pounded in her ears as she shoved past guests, her dress tangling around her legs. Adams was right behind her, his voice sharp and urgent.

“Victoria, stop!”

She didn’t. Couldn’t. Her mind was racing, panic clawing at her throat. Taylor. Justin. She had just seen them. Taylor had been smiling. She had been leading him…unless that’s what he wanted her to think.

She pushed through the doors into the dimly lit hallway, scanning the space frantically. Nothing.

Adams caught her arm, forcing her to turn.

“Where did he take her?” she demanded, breathless.

His expression tightened. “Victoria?—”

“Where?” she snarled, yanking her arm free. “What aren’t you telling me?”

His silence stretched too long. The pieces fell into place all at once, sharp and unforgiving.

“This wasn’t the plan I was told,” he muttered, shaking his head.

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