“Sir, please get your hand off me.” Callie didn’t bother to hide the poison from her tone, glaring at the stranger. “Vin! I’m in here!”

With one hard shove, the man pushed Callie back, away from the exit, cutting off her chance of escaping.

“Vin!” she tried again, louder and much more desperate. She didn’t want to show this man her fear, but goosebumps littered her skin, terror of what may come overwhelming her senses. She looked behind her, eyeing the open bathroom stall, wondering if she would be safe inside it.

“What a rude girl you are,” he remarked. “Don’t you remember me?”

Callie’s head tilted to one side,...