Soon, Finnick was in front of me, his face pale, his eyes sharp as he took me into his arms. He stared at my tear-streaked face, his voice soft but commanding. "Vivian, are you okay?"
I blinked at him, panic rising again. "Finnick… why are you standing? Where's your wheelchair?"
This is a karaoke club, I thought frantically. So many eyes. If anyone recognized him and told Mark, all these years of secrecy would be ruined.
Before I could dwell on it, I saw Noah huffing down the corridor, pushing Finnick's wheelchair as fast as he could. Finnick had moved too quickly for him to keep up.
But Finnick didn't care. He only noticed the heat in my body, the flush on my cheeks pressed against his chest, and his instincts snapped. "Vivian… have you been drugged?"
