CAROLINE'S POV
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Chaos erupts in the span of seconds, and I'm yanked away in a swift motion by Millard. I don't even know how he got to me this fast. One second I was behind Lucian, and the next, I was behind the counter while Lucian and his father are brawling. His father has him by the shirt, and Lucian has his father at the shoulders as they shove through the tavern.
"Not in here!" A man I've never seen yells furiously, "We have to get you out of here," Millard murmurs, holding me to his chest as the tables flip and the chairs fall over.
"Go!" Lucian yells, and I've baffled that he ever heard that.
"Samuel, can we use your back door?" A big part of me wants to flee, but the other part wants to stay to make sure he's fine.
I can feel Clara stirring among the edge of breaking throu
