Aurora's POV
I sat there, my eyes darting frantically through every corner searching for Clara, but she was gone. Probably lost in the sea of bodies with that guy in the sharp suit. I looked toward the bar, and my stomach dropped. The arrogant guy—Caspian, I'd heard someone call him—was leaning against a pillar, his eyes fixed on me like a predator watching a cornered rabbit. He wasn't even pretending to dance anymore. He was just staring. Suddenly, a girl in a sequined dress slid onto the sofa next to me. She didn't look at me, instead leaning forward as if adjusting her heel.
"Don't react," she whispered, her voice low and urgent. "I overheard Caspian Vane talking to his enforcers. He's planning on abducting you the moment you step out of this place. He is a well-known abuser and thinks he's untouchable. Girl, you need to call someone to get you out of here. Now."
