“Calm the fuck doon!” he yelled in my ear. “I just wanna dance!”
“Get off my sister!” I heard January.
And then I was free, stumbling back into a hard body. Gentle hands gripped me, and I looked up, dazed, to find Zac. “You okay, Lil?”
I nodded, confused, then glanced back at my ex.
My breath whooshed right out of my body.
The crowd of dancers had all stumbled away from the skirmish that had broken out between Sebastian and Chris. Considering my ex was drunk and Bastian wasn’t, it wasn’t a fight as much as it was an annihilation.
Sebastian was pummeling Chris, his expression tight and wild all at the same time.
“Stop him!” I lunged toward the fighting men, but Zac held me back.
“No, you’ll get hurt.”
However, Harry seemed to sense what I could.
Sebastian wasn’t going to stop.
He braved the fighting men and grabbed Sebastian under his arms, gripping him by the chest for leverage. Sebastian tried to resist, but Harry was as determined to get him away as Sebastian was to stay and kill my ex. Finally, Harry yelled something that made Sebastian give in a little. He hauled him off and shoved Sebastian through the crowd toward the exit.
Chris lay groaning in the middle of the dance floor, blood spilling from his nose, one eye already swelling shut.
“We need to get out of here now!” Zac started guiding me after Harry and Sebastian, the girls hurrying along with us. I barely remembered getting out of the club I was in such a shakendaze. My stomach roiled as we hurried up through the building and out onto Blair Street.
“Keep moving.” Zac’s grip was hard around my biceps. “We need to get away from here.”
Harry and Sebastian stormed ahead, eating up the ground with their long legs.
“What just happened?” Jan was at my side as Sierra and Maddie huddled along with us.
“That was Chris.” My voice shook. “My ex.”
Jan halted. “The son of a bitch who stalked you?”
“What?” Zac snapped, horrified. “And keep moving.”
Jan started running after us. “Well?”
“Aye, the same,” I bit out. It wasn’t exactly something I wanted to be public knowledge.
“Does Bastian know who Chris is?” my sister asked.
My heart turned over in my chest as indignation began to douse my shock. “Aye.”
Harry and Sebastian finally stopped outside their apartment building, and I yanked my arm free of Zac’s grip. Marching toward Sebastian, I took in his defiant, hard expression and felt an uncharacteristic wildness rise. I wanted to tear at something. Shake him! Scratch and claw at him.
I didn’t.
But the words seethed from me as I hissed, “What the hell was that?”
He glowered right back. “I recognized him. I know who he is.”
“And you thought pummeling him to death in a club was an appropriate response?”
Sebastian took a step toward me, baring his teeth like an animal. I sensed that same wildness in him, but I wasn’t afraid. I was too enraged and disappointed and mad at the world—specifically at Sebastian—to fear anything right now.
