KEAGAN'S POV ~
Emma's face drained of all color, her mouth agape in shock as she stood before the restroom door. My eyes moved to the right and I saw that she wasn't alone—Hector stood beside her, equally stunned, followed by a group of guests, both familiar and unfamiliar.
Their eyes darted back and forth between the bloody scene and Sylvia, who was slipping in and out of consciousness.
Speaking of the devil.
Sylvia groaned and raised her head. Her eyes were closed, brows creased as she moved her hands blindly. Was she looking for me? Gritting my teeth, I inched a bit closer and emitted some pheromones so she could know how close I was. And immediately her hands moved to circle my neck. I stiffened as she pulled me closer, whining softly.
"Don't go Keagan," She whimpered in a slur,
