Lola’s POV

Morgan carried me away in the dark. He did not say a word. The noise dropped behind us, becoming distant like a clock ticking in another room.

His arm was firm around my waist and his steps were quick. I could feel his breath on my hair but he kept his face turned away so I could not see his expression.

“How did you know I was here?” I asked when we were clear of the crowds. My voice sounded small. My fingers pressed against his sleeve.

He did not slow. “I called Evelyn,” ...