Chapter 159

Christina's POV It happened so fast. Hands reached toward us from the mob. Ysolde and I both reacted instantly, grabbing wrists before they could make contact. A phone went flying from someone's grip, hitting the floor with a sharp crack. Like dominoes falling, the first row of Zoe's fans surged forward, causing those behind them to push harder. It was as if someone had flipped a switch. They shoved their way in, bodies pressed against each other in their desperation to get closer. Phones, elbows, purses—everything collided at once in a chaotic tangle. Ysolde's crew rushed in to break it up. A bunch of them locked arms and formed a line to keep everyone else away. That only made things worse. The fans pushed harder, screaming about being manhandled. They scratched and struggled against the barrier of employees. A scream pierced the air. Someone cursed loudly. A girl lowered her shoulder and rammed it into a staff member's chest like a football player making a tackle. What had been a te