#colette 1

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. That was all that was going through Lukas’s head as he limped through the gardens as fast as his leg would let him. It was already laced with sharp pains from hip to toes as he sped away from the carnage overtaking the ballroom. Whoever had sent him that invite was a real jackoff, as far as he was concerned. He knew he shouldn’t have come—why had his damn curiosity gotten the better of him? He stopped behind a tall hedge, giving his leg a chance to rest and breathing heavily. He’d worn a fucking suit for this. Eyes closed, he didn’t notice the presence of another until he opened them again. “SHIT! Could you not do that?!”