~RYDER~
The glass caught the light as I lifted it, tiny bubbles rising to the surface like fireflies trapped in gold.
“Cheers,” said the guy beside me — Brick from Iron Wraiths MC — raising his own drink. “Hellfire still top dog, huh?”
I gave a half smile. “We try.”
The noise in the hall was deafening — laughter, metal music, the smell of leather, smoke, and spilled beer.
All around us, different patches filled the room... Reapers, Wolves, Vipers. Rival clubs gathered under one roof for one night of fake peace.
My fingers brushed the rim of the glass again. Something about it made me pause. The scent was off... faintly sweet, not like the champagne I knew.
I turned the glass slightly...
“Tessa,” I murmured, eyes scanning for her.
She stood by the bar, glowing. Her hair spilled ove
