Ella POV
“Are you sure?” Elizabeth asked for the fourth time as we neared the entrance of the dance club.
“I’m 100% sure,” I replied, smiling and shaking my head. “The cops took the reports. There’s nothing more we can do about it tonight. James is going to let Alexander know what happened. I’m not really injured—just a little scraped up and shaken. There’s no reason we should cancel the rest of the night.”
“But that was so scary,” she repeated, her voice trembling slightly.
“I mean that in the nicest way possible,” I said, wrapping an arm around Elizabeth and giving her a reassuring squeeze. “I’ve been through scarier situations.”
“You’re going to have to tell me about it sometime, ‘cause I don’t really believe you,” she teased with a small smile.
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