CHAPTER 9 Touch me

  Eliza's pov.

  My head felt heavy, like it was spinning inside a fog I couldn't escape. The lights of the club were too bright, the music too loud, everything too much. I tried to focus, tried to push through the haze, but nothing made sense. Where was I? Why did everything feel wrong?

  Nikolai's hands were on me. I could feel them—gripping my waist, pulling me closer. I squirmed, trying to push him away, but my limbs felt too weak, like they weren't even mine. His breath was hot against my neck, his voice a low murmur I couldn't understand. Panic rose in my chest, but my body wouldn't respond. It was like I was trapped in someone else's skin, powerless.

  "Cavin…" I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper. Where was Cavin? He would come. He always did.

  "Shh, Eliza," Nikolai's voice slithered in my ear, his grip tightening. "You're fine, babe. Just relax."