His silver head is still visible above the crowd. He hasn’t gone through quite yet.
The door is like a portal between worlds now. If I stay on this side of it, I keep being the broken-hearted Rae I was always meant to be.
On the other side of it is Lukas. Lukas Lazarev and everything he represents. There’s a lot more risk on that side of the door, but it’s also the only place that has anything resembling reward for me.
One of the cops reaches for the door to pull it shut, and I scream out his name one more time.
I launch myself into the narrowing gap just as the door swings closed. It clacks me hard in the corner of my temple, so I fall through with stars pinwheeling in my vision.
“I need to see him,” I gasp, looking up from where I’ve collapsed onto my hands and knees. “Please. I nee
