The storm outside broke just before midnight. Rain thrashed the windows of Club Eden’s upper floors, streaking the glass like claw marks. Thunder rumbled overhead, a deep, constant growl that made the chandeliers tremble. Most of the guests had cleared out early, unwilling to risk soaked gowns and splintered heels. The floor staff had thinned. Dancers were gone, but Raven Knight was still here, still on the top floor. Still watching Jaxon Morreau.
She stood near the edge of the grand lounge balcony, a crystal glass in her hand, filled with something amber and warm she hadn’t tasted yet. The lights in the club below were down to a glow. Only a low hum of music remained.
Jaxon sat alone by the fireplace, fingers interlaced beneath his chin, staring into flames that didn't warm him.
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