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I don’t know anything. Not really. But what if it’s still too much? What if I know too much?
The man takes one more step closer and my instincts take hold.
Without thinking past theright nowI turn so my back is to the wall, and dart straight into the throng of bodies.
I bump a few shoulders as I go, but no one seems to notice, as they are too engrossed in laughing conversations.
I dare a glance over my shoulder. Hoping he’ll be by the back wall, watching me leave.
But the split second it takes me to look, is all the time I need to confirm he’s following me.
And he’s close.
Oh god.
I pick up my pace. The alcohol helping me block out the way my shoes are pinching my toes.
“Excuse me.” I shuffle past another group, taking a few quick strides across a small open section of floor. “Pardon me.” I place my hand on the shoulder of a shorter gentleman causing him to turn left as I sneak around the other side of him.
I don’t want to draw attention to my flight. Causing a scene wouldn’t be good for me, I’m sure of it.
It’s tempting to look back to check for my pursuer again, but I don’t dare. I need to focus on getting out.
A stretch of space opens up before me, but the feeling of fingers brushing against my shoulders kills the small amount of relief I’d felt.
“King!” A voice booms out beside me, and the fingers drop away.
CHAPTER52
King
Fuck.
Plastering a neutral expression on my face, I stop my pursuit and greet the asshole who shouted my name.
“Brenton.” I shake his hand. “Nice to see you,” I lie.
Most everyone in this room already knows who I am, but I don’t exactly want Payton flying around with my name on her lips. Not that I think she’d do anything with it, but you never know.
“I didn’t know you’d be here!” Brenton nudges the man next to him. “This is King Vass, the guy I was telling you about. With all the money.”
Classy.
“Nice to meet you.” I bob my head as I take a step back. “Save a drink for me. I gotta take care of something real quick.”
I’m full of shit, but Brenton’s smile is bigger than ever and his head won’t stop nodding.
He’s probably a decent guy. Owns a winery just south of the cities. But that’s the problem, he’s a decent guy. And I don’t need any extra dead weight in my life.
Forcing my own smile to stay in place, I keep walking the direction I was headed, my eyes scanning the crowd for Payton.
I wasso close.
I could’ve had her. My fingers brushed the fabric of her long sleeves, but I hesitated. And I hesitated because Nero wasn’t specific.
To be fair, he wasn’t in a position to give me a full briefing, but as soon as I felt the fabric under my touch, I faltered. Because what the fuck am I actually supposed to do?
The woman was already crying when I spotted her. Even though she was moving quickly and quietly, people were bound to have noticed her. And a crying woman in a party is memorable. Add on a well-known figure, myself, accosting said crying woman in the middle of a party, now that would be unforgettable. Exactly what Nero is trying to avoid.
