CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT – A BAD DAY AND A GOOD NIGHT

But before she could wave off the praise, a familiar voice cut through the din, sharp and cutting. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Lexi drawled, sauntering towards the group with a predatory sway of her hips. Her perfectly manicured nails tapped an impatient rhythm against her glass of champagne. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, hushed whispers and furtive glances rippling in her wake. Lexi's gaze swept over Karina, her ruby-painted lips curling into a sneer of disdain. "Looks like my little errand girl was playing hero again," she sneered, her words dripping with contempt. Karina felt a flicker of anger, but she tamped it down, refusing to rise to Lexi's bait. "Someone had to help him," she replied, her voice calm and measured. Lexi's eyes narrowed, but before she could respond, another voice piped up from the back of the crowd. "She saved his life!" It was one of the frat boys, his expression a mixture of awe and gratitude. "If it wasn't for her quick thinking, Jake could