Selena emerged from the restroom, her complexion pale and troubled.

Zavier set down his stemless glass, his gaze sharpening as he looked up at her. “What’s wrong? You’re not feeling well? I’ll let Mr. Lawrence know we’ll be leaving early.”

Selena didn’t object.

With quick, deft fingers, Zavier sent messages to both Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence, politely excusing them for the night. Then, without ceremony, he guided Selena out of the ...