I blinked away the tears, letting out a deep sigh. Confronting Nix seemed futile, and attacking him would be suicidal, surrounded as I was by his security.
"Nix," I called, trying to free myself from his grasp. His hold only tightened, and I caught a whiff of alcohol.
"Are you drunk?" I asked, attempting to turn toward him, but he pulled me closer.
"No, just a few glasses," he murmured, his voice slurred. He was vulnerable, a perfect target, but I despised attacking from behind. I wrenched myself free and swiftly struck a pressure point on his neck. His eyes widened in surprise.
"Sweet dreams," I whispered with a smile as he stumbled backward, collapsing onto the bed.
My thoughts were interrupted by my buzzing phone. I checked the caller ID: TA. But who was TA?
Damn, all this plotting made me forget I was still a student.
"Hello?" I answered, but there was silence on the other end.
"H..."
"Help... please help me," a desperate voice finally said, and I felt a surge of panic.
