I moved through the crowd like a predator closing in on its prey. The man who had drugged Evelyn's drink was already walking back toward her, his friends watching with anticipation.
My blood turned to ice as I watched him approach her again. This time, he was more aggressive, placing his hand on her shoulder and leaning close to her ear.
"Come on, sweetheart. Just one drink with me and my friends," he said, his voice loud enough for me to hear over the bar noise.
Evelyn tried to pull away, but the drug was already taking effect. Her movements were sluggish, her eyes unfocused. "No, please. I just want to be alone."
The man's grip tightened on her arm. "Don't be like that. We're just trying to be friendly."
That's when I reached them.
"Take your hands off her," I said, my voice cutting through the ambient noise like a blade.
