Tia Sutton stumbled across the polished marble floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Tears streamed down her face, ruining her makeup and leaving black streaks of mascara on her pale cheeks. She looked like a flower crushed in a storm—disheveled, missing a shoe, and trembling with terror.
She ran straight toward Ruby Jordan, seeking sanctuary.
Behind her, the heavy mahogany doors of the VIP lounge swung open.
Ethan Wolfe walked out. He looked immaculate. His hair was perfectly styled, his clothes unwrinkled, and his expression was one of cool, detached disappointment.
Trailing him was his manager, a heavy-set man with a greasy face, holding a single high-heeled shoe by the strap as if it were a piece of evidence in a murder trial.
"Sister! What happened to you?!"
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