Chapter 35

The shards exploded just next to Nathaniel' cheek, slicing across his skin like a warning shot. That moment of blood snapped him out of his drunken daze real quick. He tried—really tried—to keep it together, locking eyes with Julian, whose bloodshot gaze was full-on murder mode. Just as Nathaniel twitched, thinking about fighting back, Julian pressed the jagged edge of the broken bottle right against his neck. Those dark, red-rimmed eyes turned menacing. Nathaniel froze solid—didn't even dare blink. Even Evelyn, standing nearby, was stunned into silence. She scrambled up, a mess of nerves, hands sweaty as hell from gripping her watch too tight. Everyone else in the room? Totally spooked. Especially Nathaniel's so-called friends. The second Julian made a move, they scattered like pigeons, hurrying to get away from the drama before it caught them too. Nobody wanted to be collateral damage tonight. Lydia, trembling like a leaf, huddled behind a group of people, hands shaking as she fumble