Moxie's POV
George sped right through the traffic and we got to where the party was being held in no time. The moment we stepped inside, I knew I had made a mistake. The music hit first. It was so loud, I felt like my eardrums would burst.
Lights flashed across the room in sharp bursts—blue, red, white—cutting through the crowd in quick, disorienting patterns. Everywhere I looked, people were moving, talking, laughing, shouting over the noise, bodies packed too close together, energy high and chaotic in a way I wasn’t used to anymore. I hesitated just inside the doorway. Everything felt like too much. Before I could even think about turning back, I felt a hand at my wrist.
“Stay close.” it was George who spoke to me. I didn’t argue. I moved closer instinctively, my fingers tightening s
