It was terrifying!
Aria trembled uncontrollably, her hands clamped over her ears as she hunched forward, too afraid to look.
"Perfect timing," Calvin sidestepped the man's attack, his mesmerizing peach-blossom eyes glinting with a chilling indifference that sent shivers down the spine.
"It's been a while since I last stretched my limbs."
His tone was as languid as ever, but every movement radiated ruthless intent.
Outside the door, revelry and music filled the air—inside, life and death hung by a thread.
—— Meanwhile, in a private room on the eighth floor...
After a few drinks, Tiffany began to feel lightheaded.
A fire seemed to ignite inside her, burning through her veins.
She had never been drunk before and assumed this was what intoxication felt like.
Jayden watched her closely, his eyes shadowed beneath the brim of his cap as a dark glint flickered across them.
"What's wrong?
Feeling unwell?"
