"Naomi, what exactly is" Marcus started, then trailed off.
A handful of socialites sat slumped against the wall, clothes rumpled, hair a mess, eyeing Naomi with visible terror.
One of them, face swollen like she'd taken a beating, huddled in the corner clutching her head.
Whatever happened here, someone definitely lost.
Naomi's dress was slightly wrinkled, half her face flushed from a hit. Something protective flared in Marcus's chest. "Naomi, are you hurt?"
"Marcus! Finally!" The woman with the swollen face wailed the second she registered his first concern went to Naomi instead of her. "Naomi's completely unhinged!"
Naomi turned a slow look on her. The woman shut up instantly, cowed.
"They came at me first," Naomi said, flat.
Marcus nodded, understanding immediately.
He'd known
