Sage’s POV
I hadn’t worn heels in what felt like a lifetime.
I wobbled in front of the mirror, fluffing my curls and trying not to twist my ankle before we even left the apartment. Beth was already waiting by the door, looking like a goddess in a black mini dress and hoop earrings that could double as weapons.
“Come on, slowpoke,” she yelled, grinning. “We’re late and I need you drunk enough to tolerate Kara’s music taste.”
“I’m coming,” I muttered, grabbing my purse and lip gloss. “If I break my ankle tonight, I’m blaming you.”
“I’ll carry you home like the queen you are.”
I rolled my eyes, but my lips curved into a smile. It felt… good. Weirdly good. Like a slice of normal life I’d forgotten I was allowed to have.
The last few weeks had been a blur—chaos, blood, close calls, and M
