The silence in the penthouse was no longer a vacuum; it was a pressure cooker. The neon violet lights seemed to pulse in time with the thrumming in my ears, making the air feel thick and unbreathable.
Theo was the first one to break. He let out a low, breathy whistle, his eyes darting between me, Vincent, and Maya like he was watching a building collapse in slow motion.
"No f*cking way," he breathed, his voice barely audible over the low thrum of the techno beat still playing in the background. "Tell me I’m hallucinating. Tell me the gummies just turned into a horror movie."
I didn't look at Theo. I didn't even look at Jax. My eyes were locked on Vincent. I felt a surge of cold, predatory energy that sliced right through the warm haze of the drugs.
"Vin," I said, my voice sounding
