Page 77 of The Sound Between Us
“I can’t...” My voice snaps. “I can’t do this. Not here.”
Harrison steps between me and the crowd. “Then we leave. Right now.”
“Seren, don’t be ridiculous.” Damon’s words slur. “You can’t just walk away. These are important people; this is your career—”
“I don’t want a career built on performing my trauma.” I grab Harrison’s hand. “I’m done. With all of this, with you. With being your redemption arc.”
Damon reaches for me. For once, there’s regret. But it’s too late.
“Seren, please—”
But I’m already moving. Dragging Harrison behind me; out, away. Anywhere but here.
We move through back corridors, service exits, staff-only signs. Harrison handles the logistics; he’s done this before.
“I don’t know where to go.” The cold night hits my face. “I don’t know anyone here except...”
“Except me.”
“Except you.”
In a city of millions, he’s the only safe place I’ve got; the only person who’s seen me come undone and didn’t flinch. Didn’t try to capitalise.
I slide into the car. Leather; silence. Night blurred into lights.
I close my eyes and let go—let myself fall into the unknown with the one person who might either save me or finish what tonight started.
Right now, I don’t care which.
