Chapter 186

Rohan's eyes fluttered open. "Hey," he murmured.

I craned my neck, twisting around him to peer down at the bar.

The bartender wrestled a bottle away from Naomi. One of Naomi's hands was curled like a claw, and her expression was frozen in a snarl. She relaxed for a second, her shoulders slumping. The bartender eased up too, which was when she swiped the bottle and cracked him upside the head. He stumbled back against the bar, a few bottles cascading over his shoulder and shattering on the floor in bursts of light.

Pushing Ro off of me, I scrambled to my feet and shot down the stairs.

Most of the patrons were still caught up in their own dealings. They hadn't had my eagle-eyed view of the club and the press of bodies was too thick for anyone not in the immediate vicinity of the bar to have witnessed the attack. I impatiently shoved my way through the chatting, flirting masses until I broke through to the bar.