I throw a glance behind me and gasp when Creighton jumps from one of the ring posts. He completely ignores Remi and Landon and jogs in our direction. The crowd parts for him, and some slap him on the back while others attempt to shake his hand. He pays none of them any attention. His sole focus is on me. There’s a cut on his lip and his face looks like that of an underworld lord who’s fresh out of a battle. “Oh, hi—” Whatever I had to say dies in my throat when he grabs me by the waist and slams me to his side.
