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LUCAS’ POV
Immediately the call ended, I sprang to my feet, and left the hotel room. I needed to know if Tray was fine. What could have happened? What could have made him sound so scared?
I took a cab, and made the long journey to Tray. All the way to his house, my heart thrummed in fear. What exactly could have happened? I dialed his number several times, but it was switched off.
“Can you please go faster?” I asked, and the driver nodded, increasing his speed.
When I got to Tray’s house, I ran in, pushing the door, which was open, and burst into his living room which was dark.
“Tray!” I called, and suddenly, the light came on, and I was doused in cold liquid.
Screams and applause rose, and more champagne bottles popped in my direction.
Tray came to me, and wrapped me in his arm
