Theo grabbed my hand, pulling me into him, shielding me like some invisible force was about to barrel through the club. I could feel his heart pounding against his chest—wild, urgent—and mine matched the rhythm like it was echoing his pulse.
“Stay here. I’ll go check it out,” he said, eyes fixed on mine with a sort of desperate intensity.
“No, Theo. I have friends down there. I’m coming with you.”
His jaw flexed. For a moment, I thought he’d argue, but he didn’t let go. His hand gripped mine tighter, guiding me behind him as we descended the stairs. His movements were sharp, alert. He scanned every corner like he expected something—or someone—to leap out of the shadows.
The dancefloor was chaotic. A tight crowd had formed near the centre, murmuring and shifting uneasily. Kaci and Georg
