Her heart practically slams against her chest for a multitude of reasons. Love, anger, sadness, fear. He grabs her wrist, but the rest of her arm almost disappears, the humming of her body loud. "Not here."

She glances around and catches sight of Catty, who mouths 'need help?' at her. Shaking her head, she slams her molecules back into place and leads Stanton out of the club.

She needs air, she tells herself. And he's just going to follow anyway.