Micah moved through the crowd, heart pounding in his chest. His fingers clutched the strap of his bag tightly, and his eyes darted around, scanning for any place to hide.
He didn't dare look back. The small gasp and complaining from behind showed the man was still following him like a maniac.
Micah quickened his pace, trying hard to put space between himself and the man tailing him. But his damn white wig was more like a glaring sign than a disguise now. It stood out too much. His stupid idea to go with the white wig… why hadn't he at least used some black spray on it or something?
His breath hitched as he noticed the guests were glancing his way.
Micah's mind raced. He needed to go somewhere that man could not follow. Like women's restroom or something. His gaze browsed his surroundings, but he couldn't find it. He cursed and walked toward the elevators.
When the crowd thinned, a voice called out behind him.
"Wait!"
Micah flinched.
