The tone of voice sent an instant shiver down Kavinsky's spine. He curled his fingers against Jack's and let himself be pulled away from the dance floor. On the way to the door, he fished his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text to Newt--because even if Newt had said he was okay, Kavinsky wanted to give him the option of an out if he needed it. No part of Kavinsky wanted to hurt anyone here.