<🎧 Song Recommendation: Let It Out by Gingerbread Ma—! I mean, Ed Sheeran XD>
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The music in The Vault didn't stop. That was the most jarring part of the nightmare. Even as Julian West crumpled onto the plush white leather of the VIP booth, his face a ruin of blood and bruises, the heavy bass continued to thump, vibrating through the floorboards like a heartbeat that didn't care about the violence above it.
Von stood over him, breathing hurriedly. His right hand was throbbing with a sharp pain that went all the way to his forearm, and when he looked down, he saw his knuckles were slick with crimson.
It wasn't his blood...
"Von!"
The scream cut through the haze of adrenaline. Naomi grabbed his arm, pulling him back with a strength born of pure terror. Her face was pale beneath the heavy club makeup, her eyes were wide. "What did you do? Oh my god, Von, what did you do?"
