Wyatt Hawthorne sidestepped, his voice low. "Miss Kensington, let go."
Faye Vaughn didn't let go. Instead, she gripped him even tighter.
'Her instincts were never wrong.'
Sure enough, the piercing sound of shattering glass erupted in the darkness!
Someone was trashing the place, seemingly using something made of iron to smash everything in sight.
Shards of glass flew everywhere. Faye Vaughn felt a sharp sting on the back of her hand, but she had no time to check it. She spun around and buried her face in Wyatt Hawthorne's chest, her voice clear as she said, "Sorry, let me hide for a second. I think I got cut!"
Wyatt Hawthorne frowned. If he pushed her away now, he would indeed be putting her in danger.
'For Faye Vaughn and Vince's sake,' he relented.
The bar's emergency lights switched on, casting a dim glow on the surroundings.
The crowd was in a panic, everyone pushing toward the exit. It was noisy and chaotic.
