Evelyn's heart pounded against her ribs, sweat trickling down her spine as Nicholas tightened his grip on her arm, his nails digging into her flesh. His other hand held a broken bottle menacingly close to her neck—one press and it could leave a permanent mark.
"Answer me, Evelyn!" Nicholas's voice echoed through the balcony again, causing Evelyn to flinch and clutch her gown tightly. She swallowed hard, struggling to speak as panic threatened to overwhelm her.
"Answer me, dammit!" Nicholas demanded again, his voice raw with rage. Everyone around looked equally terrified. Overwhelmed with rage and alcohol, Nicholas seemed unstoppable. Not even Zevian could save Evelyn if he wanted to see her alive.
Sophia smirked in triumph, savoring Evelyn's struggle. Annabelle, who had seen her master move, patted her shoulder, amused to be working for such a psychopath.
