As we walked down the party hall, Damien held my hand tightly, gently rubbing it to soothe my racing heart. I was still shaken by everything that had just happened in there – the gunshots and the daring escape through the window. Everything had me at the edge of breaking down.
All eyes were on us, some picturing us as we made our way through the crowded party while others kept murmuring. Damien's guards were both in front and back of us, shielding us from the crowd and also parting ways for us. It felt like we were the center of attention, with all eyes on our every move.
No matter how much I wanted to lift my head, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Damien's grip on my hands was strangely comforting as if he was silently assuring me of my safety. The sound of camera flashes filled the a
