*Blaze:
Rage. Pure, unfiltered, unadulterated f*****g rage.
That was all that was left inside me. A boiling, violent fury that made it hard to think straight.
I had to get us out of here. Now.
Kat clung to my hand as I dragged her through the hall, but I could feel how she trembled, how close she was to collapsing. And f**k, if that didn’t make me want to turn right back around and tear Snake's dead f*****g b***h ass body limb from f*****g limb.
But first—safety.
First—her.
The fire alarm was the quickest way.
I reached up and slammed my fist into the small red box on the wall, shattering the plastic and triggering the alarm.
The whole club erupted into chaos.
Sirens screamed overhead. People shouted and shoved, drinks spilling, chairs crashing over. Strobes flashed, red
