The guards approached with steady, heavy steps. Their faces were carved into cold masks, the kind meant to intimidate.
The loud music, flashing lights, and moving bodies around Liam and Isabella didn't matter anymore, with everything else blurring into the background as the approaching presence took over the atmosphere.
Liam turned to Isabella with a soft laugh, amused at the guards' posturing and deluded intimidating approach.
"Your friends are back. And they look really pissed," he said to her.
Isabella turned her head instinctively. The moment she saw the two guards pushing through the crowd, her body tensed. She released a frustrated exhale, her jaw tightening.
"They really don't want to give up," she muttered.
Her voice dropped lower, filled with worry and resignation.
"I'll go with them," she said quickly. "Ethan, please—don't say anything, don't do anything. I don't want to drag you into this."
