Chapter 116: Chapter 116 : A Cry for Help

Ella

Elijah bursts through the club doors, panting, his chest heaving like he's just run a marathon. His eyes are wild, and without him even saying a word, I know Lambert got away.

A few seconds pass, and Elijah grips his knees as he bends over to catch his breath. No one moves. The air is thick with confusion and tension, like a knot too tight to untangle.

"Everyone needs to leave," Elijah says between gasps, standing up and scanning the room. His voice is low at first, almost too soft to break through the chatter that fills the club.

Nobody moves.

He squares his shoulders and raises his voice, a more commanding tone echoing through his words. "I said, everyone out. Now!"

A few heads turn, and people exchange confused glances, but one by one, they start moving toward the exit. It's slow at first, hesitant even, but as Elijah's gaze sharpens, no one dares question him.