Chapter 30
NIKOLAJ'S POV
The moment the line went dead, I was out the door. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs as I threw myself into a cab. What could have happened to Tray? He sounded terrified. I dialed his number over and over, but it went straight to voicemail every time.
"Can you step on it?" I urged the driver. He nodded, weaving through traffic as my anxiety spiked.
When we finally reached Tray's place, I didn't even wait for the car to fully stop. I sprinted inside, shoved the unlocked front door open, and burst into a pitch-black living room.
"Tray!" I roared into the darkness.
Suddenly, the lights hissed on, and I was drenched from head to toe in cold liquid.
Cheering and applause erupted as more champagne bottles popped, spraying foam in my direction. Tray stepped out of the shadows, wrapping me in a laughing hug while I stood there, dripping and completely dazed.
