Date = 12 November
Place = San Francisco (Inferno)
POV - Damion
A bone-piercing scream rips through the club.
Everything inside me locks.
My heart misfires — one violent skip — and suddenly my gut twists so hard it feels like someone shoved a fist into my abdomen and squeezed.
I don’t know how I know. But I know.
Mel.
I’m already moving before the thought finishes forming.
I shove through the crowd, hands clawing at me, bodies pressing, perfume and sweat choking the air. Someone grabs my arm. Someone else laughs.
I tear free.
“Move.”
They don’t.
“f*****g MOVE!”
The sound that comes out of me doesn’t sound human. It’s raw. Feral. The cluster at the stairs parts instantly.
I take the steps two at a time. Each breath burns.
Each step feels like I’m running toward something I’v
