The sound of shattering glass still echoes in my ears.

Jaxon’s hand is clamped around my arm, dragging me through a service corridor lit with harsh fluorescents. Behind us, the party is chaos, security shouting, guests screaming, the heavy thud of boots moving fast.

“Stop ” I try to jerk free, but his grip only tightens.

“You think I’m letting you stand in an open room after someone just took a shot at you?” His voice is low, sharp, threaded with something I’ve never heard ...