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Olivia in the far corner. Alarm on her elfin features.

Someone’s dragging her through a door.

A waitstaff uniform.

Bree.

I break into a run.

And then a stampede barrels into my path.

Chapter Forty-Six

“Follow me! I knowanother way out.” Bree pulls me behind her, her grip surprisingly strong.

Before the shots rang out, I was trying to escape the gala because I couldn’t stand it.

I couldn’t be in the same space as Rex as he flirted with other women.

The old me would’ve stayed because I didn’t want to disappoint my friends, but the new me needed to protect my heart first.

But then chaos broke out.

I spun around to look for Rex and Lana when I spotted Bree. The utter terror on her face. She was wearing a uniform and a blond wig. I almost didn’t recognize her.

Her eyes widened when they met mine. She rushed over and grabbed my hand before making a break for it.

“But Rex and Lana!” I struggle to pull free from Bree’s death grip.

She’s fucking strong.

“No time! I saw Lana running out the front door and Rex could take care of himself. We have a plan for this.”

A plan?

“What the hell’s going on?”

More gunshots ring through the air, and we duck.

People fall down. Trampling on each other. My feet almost slip on something wet.

I look down and see the crimson liquid.

Blood.

Then I spot two men on the ground, their eyes vacant. They’re dead.

My pulse ricochets in my ears, fear in my veins.

Shit. What did Rex get himself into?

Bree pulls me through another set of doors before leading me into a dark, dank alleyway.

More gunshots bellow inside the ballroom as the door slams shut.

We plaster ourselves against the wall, my lungs heaving in frantic gulps of air.

“Fuck. Where is he? He said he was going to be here! He was going to take me to the safe house,” Bree whispers urgently.