⚠️ Warning: This chapter contains scenes of violence, use of weapons, strong language, and intense emotional situations. Reader discretion is advised.
---
"Hey! Are you alright?" Kyle ran toward her, panting heavily. Dashylle followed close behind, also gasping for air; it seemed they had taken a different elevator from inside the hotel.
Yvienna pressed her lips together as her trembling index finger traced a path toward the closed elevator. Their head turned that way, earning frowns and confused looks from the two men. But their eyes soon dropped to the floor.
A familiar golden mask.
"Sh*t, I knew it!" Dashylle's jaw trembled, his eyes darkening as he roughly grabbed the mask. Anger flared in him, heating his senses.
"We'd better go," he added, his eyes sharp, jaw clenched, as he led them toward his car.
"Are you okay?" Kyle's voice carried concern, cautious as he approached her. Yvienna stared at him, unable to fully process what had just happened.
