CHAPTER 313
KATYA POV
"How do we get home, Katya?" The question hung between us.
Simple. Reasonable. Impossible. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. Because I didn't know.
For the first time since we'd escaped the club, I forced myself to stop thinking about the bodies.
Romeo and now the police. Instead, I tried to think practically. Home. How were we supposed to get home?
My thoughts spiraled immediately. Our phones were gone. My bag was still sitting somewhere inside Michael's office.
So was Chiara's. Our wallets. Money and Chiara's car keys. Everything we'd brought with us tonight was trapped inside a club currently surrounded by police officers, firefighters, and paramedics.
There wasn't a single chance they were letting anyone back inside. Not tonight. Maybe not for days.
My stomach twisted.
"We…" I swallowed. "We could walk?"
Even as the words left my mouth, I knew how ridiculous they sounded. Chiara stared at me.
"Walk?"
"…"
