Vinorca Jona POV
Who even is we in this? Why would I want to drink to my heart’s content—with a stranger?
And I didn’t even know where Amanda was.
The music throbbed so loud it turned into a pulse in my skull. I knew I was in a club, but the alcohol in my system spun faster than it should’ve—thanks to the blaring sound drilling straight through me.
Or maybe it was just because I’d never drunk before in my life.
“Let’s go.”
Before I could say a word, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me across the floor.
I stumbled to keep up, heels slipping on the slick tiles.
“Sto…p.” The word spilled out soft, too soaked in hesitation.
Either he didn’t hear me in all this noise—or he just didn’t care.
I looked around, trying to anchor where he was taking me. It wasn’t the bar—not even close.
