I shoved Julian’s heavy chest with both hands, breaking his grip on my face, and ran before he could grab me again. My high heels clattered fast against the cold floor. I pushed past the heavy red curtains and burst into the dark hall near the back terrace.
Derek stood near the tall glass doors, slowly turning a glass of wine in his hand. He did not turn around when he heard my rushing feet.
He just smiled into his glass and took a slow sip.
"You're fast," Derek said. His voice was smooth and low, making my skin crawl. He turned around slowly, looking at my shaking body with a cruel grin. "I barely had time to finish my drink."
"Where is it?" I asked, my voice shaking. I squeezed my hands into tight fists until my nails bit hard into my skin. "What do you want from me, Derek?"
Derek
