DRYSTAN’S POV
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My head pivots as gold flecks that shimmers under the circling lights catches the side of my eye. Iliana darts out, her beautiful olive eyes wide with— fear. My heart drops as I raise to my feet without a second thought. Those olive orbs lock on me, and the world stops spinning. Relief, anger, heart wrenching sadness and horror falls over her face, and as the world continues to spin, swirling my life upside down as she turns, and darts toward the red curtain. Darting after her, my legs take long strides to catch up to her.
The girls slither out of the bathroom to my right, snickering. “Drystan,” Beatrice purrs my name, and anger sizzles under my skin.
I reach Iliana in time, grabbing her elbow and I yank her back. Her body spins, her brown locks flicking through the a
