The moment Jason opened the office door, the screams from downstairs flooded his ears. Without a second thought, he bolted down the stairs, pushing through the escaping club employees to burst out the back door.
But she wasn't there.
Jason looked around frantically, scanning the fleeing staff, hoping to spot her face.
None of them were her.
"Livia!"
"Livia!"
His shouts went unanswered, and he turned back to the club's back entrance, disbelief and dread flooding his mind.
'Can she have already escaped? Maybe I just haven't caught up in time? It can't be that she is still inside.. God, please, no.'
Praying silently, Jason drew the gun from his pocket and re-entered the club—his only option. If she'd been outside, stargazing, or if she'd run out with the kitchen staff after the first
