Iliana’s POV:
I shouldn’t have come.
The realization struck me the moment I stepped inside the Hemlock Club. It was nothing like what I’d imagined for my peaceful Friday night.
A pounding bass reverberated through my ribcage like a second heartbeat, only louder and more chaotic. Sharp neon lights pinched my vision. And the smell of alcohol mixed with dozens of perfumes made me nauseous.
Gripping my wrist tightly as if I’d get lost, Thea dashed through the sea of the crowd as if she belonged there.
Stopping at the bar, she tapped her knuckles on the wood before calling the bartender, “Hey, Lucas.”
Serving drinks to his pending customers, the bartender dashed toward us, “What can I serve beautiful ladies here?”
Passing him a flirtatious smile, Thea winked, “Something strong and addict
