STELLA'S POV
What the hell...
I looked around and the entire hall was filled with more people twisting in their seats, craning their necks to see what had happened. James looked mad—really mad.
Not the annoyed because the waiter took too long kind of mad. This was different. This was the kind of rage that sat in his eyes like a storm, silent but promising destruction.
His jaw was tight, his fists clenched on either side of him. I could almost hear his teeth grinding.
“Stay here,” he said sharply.
“Wait—James, what’s going on?!” I grabbed his arm, but he pulled away without even looking at me.
The crowd was chaotic, security guards spilling into the room, but it didn’t feel random. There was… order to the chaos, like someone wanted it this way.
James’s eyes scanned the exits, then t
