POV: Florence
We needed to get the hell out before the club turned into an even bigger disaster than it already was. The fight had pulled every single eye in the building toward our section, transforming what should have been a celebration into a full-blown spectacle. And of course, because the universe has a sick sense of humor, a fresh cluster of women had already attached themselves to Killian, circling him like designer-clad sharks who hadn't gotten the memo that fists had been flying two minutes ago. Watching them paw at him made my stomach churn. Annoying didn't even begin to scratch the surface.
I was the only sober one left standing among the girls, thank God. Carter's surprise appearance had killed my buzz faster than a cold shower, and I'd switched to water the second the fight
