Chapter 36

We froze at the same moment, taking in the sight of Caleb streaking through the club in nothing but his underwear. His pale skin reflected the pulsing lights as he clutched at his crotch, bent double in humiliation. The crowd parted with hoots and howls, camera flashes capturing his shame for posterity. Dorothy's lips curved into a satisfied grin, and I couldn't help noticing how her eyes sparkled with wicked amusement. This wasn't the woman who would have hidden behind me at such a spectacle. This was a woman who savored victory. Theodore jogged after my half-naked friend, waving Caleb's clothes like a trophy. "You forgot your pants!" he called out, clearly enjoying every second of Caleb's discomfort. Caleb kept his head down and bolted for the back door. I followed him out to the alley, where he leaned against the brick wall, panting and flushed crimson. "Why didn't you help me?" he demanded, jabbing an accusatory finger at me. "You left!" I shrugged, feeling less sympathy than I pro