Brittany's POV

Heat floods my face, but I stay still, my head down and my gaze fixed on nothing in particular. I don't dare look at anyone.

"Of course you do," Maniac scoffs, exasperation practically dripping from his voice. He rolls his eyes for dramatic effect. "You all sort that out. I’ve got better shit to do." With that dismissal, he whirls around, arm snug around the blonde’s waist, and saunters off toward the chaos—the part of the room where drunken men ...