For a moment, Victor's world came to a standstill. The people dancing, the flashing lights, the blaring music—all of it blurred together. At that moment, the only things that existed were him, the woman at the bar counter, and the distance between them.
"Lizzie," he whispered to himself.
His heart thudded loudly against his chest, and before he could think any further, he knew he had to confirm it was her. Victor had been trying to find ways to reach her—using Cassian as an excuse, grasping at any opportunity—but all his efforts had come to nothing.
This was his chance.
With that thought in mind, Victor rushed down the stairs, momentarily forgetting why he was even here. Once he reached the floor, he squeezed his way through the crowd.
Then he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Instinctively, he turned his head, something he immediately regretted.
The moment he turned, a powerful blow slammed into his stomach.
"Ack—!"
He doubled over, arms wrapping around his abdomen.
