Emily Rosewood's Point Of View.
I forced myself to keep moving through the crowd, carefully between the glittering gowns and polished shoes, my heels were clicking uncomfortably against the marble floor. My pulse refused to settle down, my mind was still reeling from the horrible encounter in the bathroom.
Every instinct screamed at me to run, to vanish into the crowd and disappear somewhere safe, anywhere but as my gaze flicked around, looking for an exit, I realized there was nowhere truly safe, not here, not in this crowded, glittering ballroom filled with strangers.
The only place I could think of where I might find even a shred of protection was near Adrian Thornwood. My thoughts instantly darted towards him. Maybe being near him could buy me a moment of safety, and act as an invi
