Page 207 of Maddening Fixation

Even through the haze clouding my mind, I felt it.

Power.

Raw, unquestionable power had just walked into the room.

A tall man dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit strode through the entrance with unhurried confidence.

Around him moved a wall of dangerous-looking men in equally expensive suits, their expressions cold, alert, and utterly devoid of mercy.

The entire room seemed to part for them.

The man’s face tugged at my memory.

I knew him.

I was certain I knew him.

But my alcohol-clouded thoughts refused to cooperate.

Beside me, Egor stiffened.

Panic flashed across his face.

He tightened his bruising grip around my arm.

“Move.”

He shoved me again, this time with enough force to make me stagger toward the exit.

I dug my heels into the floor.

“No...”

The protest came out weak.

I tried pulling free, but my body refused to obey.

The alcohol had stolen too much of my strength.

No one came to help.

The people around us deliberately looked away.

Some quietly left.

Others pretended not to notice.

No one wanted to interfere with whoever had just entered.

The suited man continued walking.

Straight toward us.

Then—

He moved.

So fast I barely saw it happen.