Havoc
The fight was over as quickly as it started. The Kings were retreating, licking their wounds, their morale broken by the loss of the deed.
But the dust was still choking me as I walked through the debris of the overturned spool. Cards were scattered everywhere like fallen leaves.
My gaze fell on the trench coat. It was Vivian’s.
The expensive beige fabric was stained with grease and dirt in the mud. Next to it lay one of her high heels, the strap broken.
I picked up the shoe.
"Vivian!" I roared, spinning in a circle.
My voice was cracky from the screaming match with the Kings and the chaos that followed.
I shoved past a prospect who was clutching a bloody nose, nearly knocking him into the dirt.
"Has anyone seen my sister?" I grabbed Gunner by the vest. "Where is she?"
Gun
