I shifted my body to block her path. I didn’t want to let go of her just yet.
“I—”
A loud scream cut off whatever I was about to say. Both Zarelle and I moved at the same time, sprinting back into the club. We paused at the same time, staring at Nicholas, who was stripped down to his briefs.
He cupped his crotch with both hands, bent over and scurried towards the backdoor. His pale white skin glowed under the colorful strobe lights. Club patrons moved out of his way. Wolf whistles, catcalls, and cheers drowned out the thumping music. Camera lights flashed everywhere.
*This is better than I expected,* Kelson said, amused.
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_Zarelle’s POV_
I grinned as I watched Nicholas run. He should really be covering his face, not his crotch, I though
