The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 356

People crowded the dance floor. Suddenly, someone shoved Nathalie hard that she stumbled forward a couple of steps. She spun around, confused, and caught a quick flash of cold, white light slicing through shadows.

Her heart skipped a beat. That was a knife.

A scream pierced the air. “Ah, it hurts!” The commotion exploded. Pani swept the club. People started shouting, crashing into each other, and the whole scene fell into chaos.

“Nathalie? Nathalie?” Damaris’s voice rang out, shaky and urgent, not f

away.

Nathalie tried to reach her, but people were everywhere, running for the nearest exit, pushing and shoving in blind panic. She couldn’t find a way through the crowd.

s, don’t worry about me! Just get outside!” Nathalie yelled at the her lungs.

mmediately, a chill crept down her spine. Every hair on her neck stood end. She didn’t need anyone to tell her she was in serious danger.

‘Ms. Blair, run!” Nicol’s voice rang out, panicked.

Nathalie’s mind was spinning. She couldn’t think. She just forced her way off the dance floor, desperate to get out.

But she’d already shouted, everyone knew where she was She felt it Eyes on her. Hands searching for her. She couldn’t stay in one spot. She had to keep moving

Her heart pounded as the mob pressed her forward. Left, right,

everywhere everyone was shouting or crying or trying to escape. And

the

he wasn’t being pushed toward the exit at all.

She found herself being funneled into a hallway. Doors lined the walls. Private rooms. Strangers in panic wrenched open doors, shoving themselves inside, slamming them shut and locking them tight.

“Quick, it’s empty, get in!” someone called from behind.

A group of men were right on her heels, all trying to cram themselves into the nearest empty room. Nathalie was caught up in the crush, swept along whether she liked it or not.

She couldn’t let them pull her inside. Private rooms weren’t safe right now. She needed to stay visible. She needed an exit, not a dead end.

Nathalie twisted her body, trying to break free, but someone shoved her from behind. “Hurry, get in before it’s too late! Just wait for the police!”

“I’m not-” The words slipped out before she could stop herself. She bit them off quickly. She couldn’t call attention to herself right now.

She planted her hands on the doorframe and held on tight, determined to let everyone else go inside first. Once the way was clear, she could slip

away.

Without warning, a hand gripped her wrist. Warm, firm, and strong. In the next instant, she was yanked sideways. Someone opened a different door, pulling her into the darkness.

As she stumbled inside, muffled voices echoed down the hall.

“Hey, where’d she go? Who the hell just dragged her off? Mind your own damn business!”

The door thudded shut. Nathalie sucked in a shaky breath. She could feel her back pressed against a wall. She groped in the dark and touched something rough and wooden. A broom handle. Then a mop

This was just a janitor’s closet.

Two sets of breaths echoed in the tiny space. Nathalie blinked hard, trying to make out the person in front of her. She couldn’t see much, but

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