|Draven's POV|
A scream.
Muffled, but sharp enough to send ice through my veins.
I recognize that voice. I'd recognize it anywhere.
Casmira.
My chair scrapes loudly against the marble as I stand up so fast it nearly topples over. I don't even register the looks from the nearby tables. My body moves before my mind can catch up, my feet carrying me toward the restrooms with urgency I have never felt before.
Another scream.
This time, louder.
A vicious, gut-wrenching rage boils in my chest, setting fire to my veins as I slam the door open, not giving a damn about the women inside who gasp and scatter. My heart pounds in my ears, drowning out the sound of their shrieks as I shove open the row of stalls.
Then I see them.
Casmira pressed against the wall.
A man's hand gripping her—to
