The ballroom door behind us exploded open with a loud, wooden crash. The heavy shouts of the police officers echoed over the screams of the rich guests. Red and blue lights flashed wildly across the ceiling, turning the air into a chaotic trap. I didn't look back. I let the heavy velvet curtain fall shut behind us, plunging the three of us into the narrow, dim service hallway of the hotel kitchen.The air here smelled completely different. It was cold, smelling of old concrete, metallic grease, and heavy bleach. The bright luxury of the ballroom vanished, replaced by long rows of stainless steel tables and industrial sinks.Julian’s massive frame was right behind me. His breathing was heavy, rough, and uneven from the pain of his arm. His large, calloused hand stayed locked onto my waist, his fingers pressing hard into my hip bone to guide my steps. The hot, thick blood from his cut was still flowing, wetting my black silk shirt and gluing the fabric directly to my bare ribs. The wet
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