Vinorca Jona POV
I slammed the door shut—and froze.
Dizziness hit me hard. Someone was already in the room.
To escape that pervert, what kind of mess had I thrown myself into?
A thousand thoughts slammed through my head as I gripped the doorknob, heart pounding. I knew this wasn’t my room.
But in the rush and the crush of the bar crowd, all I’d cared about was getting away from that asshole.
Did I just drop myself into another nightmare?
“Miss, what the hell are you doing?”
A man. His voice, deep and sharp, sent another spike of fear through me.
And just like that, my brain filled with worse possibilities.
I forced myself to speak. “I’m sorry. I was... running away. From some pervert,” I hiccuped.
“Is that so? At least show your face.”
Confusion edged his voice—but not anger. N
