Georgia's POV
"Let me go!" I shouted, my voice breaking under the weight of panic. My pulse hammered so violently it hurt, dread already painting the ending of this scene in my mind—and none of those endings were good.
"You heard her. Let go of her," Raymond's voice cut through the air like a blade.
Now, I feel like a prey being fought over by three predators. Oh, heavens save me!
But Nancy and Sarah didn't move. They just stood there, eyes locked on me like predators toying with prey. The silence stretched until another voice slithered in, smooth and mocking.
"What's the commotion here? I didn't realize my sister's party extended to the hallway. Is this a private show?"
My stomach sank. Reagan.
Perfect. Now all of Nick's enemies and mine were gathering, one after the other, like wolves circling a wounded deer. What was next? Violet waltzing in to make this circus complete?
