26. Rescuer

"Take him outside," he commands coldly, his eyes on the man his guards just pushed to the guard like nothing.

This has sobered me up but now I feel nausea rolling in my stomach and filling my mouth with this awful taste. When his guards carry him away, his head lolling to the side, Igor finally looks at me.

I was dreading this moment and now I know why. I seem to see blame in his eyes, which is completely unacceptable because all I was trying to do was have fun. That man had no right to put his hands on me, the same way Igor has no right to blame me for this.

"We're leaving," he says before turning on his heel.

I stand with my back against the wall. A few feet away from me, the couple who were kissing have stopped and are now looking at me. I glance at them before pushing myself against the wall and walking lazily toward...I don't even know where I'm going.

When I step back into the main area, I see Franco. He walks toward me with wide eyes and puts his hands together. "I'm so sorry.