Chapter 93 Wild Thing

• “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, acutely aware of one of the braver security guards edging his way towards us, “but we need to get out of here, now.”
• Andrew’s eyes darted about the crowd, then he nodded. He leapt to his feet, grabbed my hand, and shoved his way through the gathered mass before the security guards could react. I had no choice but to follow as quickly as possible, stumbling in my stilettos.
• We only stopped long enough to collect our phones from the befuddled coatroom attendant. Then we flew down the steps and into the parking lot.