Page 85 of Intense (Beneath The Blaze #3)

STEPHANIE

A s I rest my head on his chest, we sway to the music. But with each step, his heart rate is getting faster and faster.

“Finn,” I whisper.

“Hmm?”

I pull back and look up as he wipes the sweat from his forehead. And the color in his face—it isn’t right.

He blinks heavily.

“Something’s wrong,” he tells me.

His arms drop from me and he shakes his head.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

Grabbing my hand, he weaves us through the couples dancing and straight to the bar.

“Water. Please. Now!” he barks to the bartender.

I keep my hand tightly in his, grabbing a container of salt.

He glances down and half smiles. He takes the water, and I follow him to the side of the room; he nods over to the twins, and they join us.

“I’ve been fucking spiked,” he tells us.

My heart is racing. He rests his hand on my neck, feeling my pulse. Looking into my eyes.

“Do you feel okay, love?”

I nod.

“Yes.”

“Okay. Reggie, get through Enzo. Find out who the fuck touched my drink. Steph, I need you to go to the car with Rowan. In the trunk, there’s a bag of medical supplies. I’m going to the bathroom to get this shit out of my system. Meet me in there.” He points to the door behind us.

I hand him the salt and he crashes his lips over mine.

“Don’t let Rowan out of your sight. I’m going to be fine.” My bottom lip trembles as he turns to Rowan.

“Protect her with your fucking life. Be quick.”

I link my arm through Rowan’s as Finn stumbles into the bathrooms with Reggie close behind.

“Pass me your purse,” Rowan tells me.

“There’s a, um, gun in there,” I whisper, eyes wide.

He nods as I slide the chain off my shoulder and hand it to him, and he shoves it under his armpit and pushes open the double doors to the stairwell with the side of his body.

My head is spinning from fear, nerves, all of it. Everything is unfolding so fast, and I can’t catch up.