The dance floor lay mostly barren, with the crowd gravitating toward the bar. Perdita joined the others, stealing uneasy glances at the entrance. Caspian, standing beside her, ordered their drinks with a calm demeanor. "Perdita, if they do show up here, I doubt they’re planning to screw you in front of everyone," he quipped, bursting out in unrestrained laughter.

She snapped back, pushing his chest with urgency. "Caspian! The man chased us out of the restaurant to ask which ...