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He laughed.

That pretty much described our night. Either me or Sam lifting the odd idiot by the scruff of his neck and pushing him away—gently. One had to be careful in this game. Lawyers loved to hassle heavy-handed bouncers. Regardless, that cash payment of a hundred and fifty pounds meant I could stop off at the all-nighter and get some food.

Four hours later, at three o’clock, a call came through, which I ignored. But when it buzzed again, I checked the number. Although I didn’t recognise it, I thought my brother could be in trouble, so I picked up.

“Carson, help.”

“Who’s that?”

“It’s Savvie.”

“Are you injured?”

“I’ve been cut.” She sniffled.

“Where are you?”

“Just outside Club X? Do you know it?”

“Yep. Just hold on a tick. I’m not far.”

I jumped into my car and took off. Since it was Thursday, the streets were half empty, with only cabs mainly getting around.

As I parked the car, I saw Savanah sitting on the ground, holding on to her arms. People just walked past, ignoring her. That’s what I hated the most about this city—no-one seemed to care.

I ran over and helped her up. I undid the bloodied scarf she had around her arm and was relieved to find the cut was shallow. Helping her up, I put my arm around her waist. She’d been drinking.

When we were in the car, I passed her my water bottle before asking what happened.

She guzzled some liquid and wiped her lips. “Thanks. That’s better. I’m glad I had your number.”

I couldn’t recall ever giving it to her. “It looks like you just need a bandage for that. It’s not deep, just some antiseptic and bandage should do the trick.”

She shivered. Her brown shoulder-length hair was a tussled mess, but that could have been intentional. It was her face that told the story of a big night mixed with drama. Her eyeliner had run, making her blue eyes stand out.

I started the engine. “Where are you staying?”

She shook her head. “Please take me back to your house. Or maybe you could stay at mine? I can’t be alone.”

I thought of Angus. I had to keep an eye on him. But on the same token, I couldn’t take Savanah back to my place, not with my brother there.

“Yours it is, then,” I said, telling myself I’d only need to hang around until she fell asleep.

I gave her time to chill out before asking questions.

After what had been a silent trip, we arrived at Mayfair.

I helped her out and although it looked like she could walk, I helped her up the stairs to the entrance.

She rummaged in her bag filled with so much stuff it took some time to find her keys.

Her hands trembled as she tried to fit the key into the red door’s lock, so I ended up doing it for her.

“Are you here alone?” I asked.

Although she’d already mentioned that earlier, looking at the rich trappings, I expected a butler or some kind of staff, like at Merivale.

“I sent the staff away for the night.” She wore a weak smile. I’d never seen her so frail before. Savanah was one of those chatty, confident girls that I imagined didn’t have much to cry about. Until now it seemed.

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