Chapter 62:
Julie's Point of View
I watched his back as it vanished behind the shoulders of the masked men, dissolving into the crowd like a drop of ink in a black ocean.
In that moment, the lightning of realization struck me:
"I have failed."
My limbs stiffened, and the coldness of death settled in my veins, but soon the fear turned into a raging heat in my gut;
no, I would not allow this to be my end.
I would not become that submissive victim again.
With a nervous motion, I placed the tray on the marble of the bar, and out of the corner of my eye,
I caught a glimpse of Robert standing there like an awaited fate; his gaze was piercing through me with a terrifying coldness.
Without thinking, I lunged into the crowd, my steps accelerating while my eyes scanned the faces and masks, searching for his black hat and white mask.
I finally saw him.
There was no plan in my head, just a blind survival instinct pushing me forward.
