Aurora's POV
The vibration of my phone on the nightstand felt like a physical assault. I came awake with a gasp, my heart sprinting, and my eyes still heavy with sleep. The ringing didn't stop. It skittered across the nightstand.
I grabbed it. "Hello?"
Music and laughter exploded through the speaker, and a man's voice cut through it, strained and urgent. "Aurora? It's Jace. I… I'm sorry to call so late."
I sat up, dragging a hand down my face. The digital clock glared at 2:00 AM in unforgiving red.
"What happened, Jace?" I asked, my voice raspy.
There was a pause, then a rush of words. "We can't find a designated driver. Everyone's drunk… too drunk. Adrian's worse. The guards left earlier, and he's refusing to stay put. None of us can drive... You gotta come get him."
