"You took one of mine, so I'm taking one of yours!" I hear beside me as I heave for fresh air. I turn to look at who's talking, but before I can get my head turned all the way, vomit races up my throat again.
"No, wait! Claudia came to me, man. Take her ass back. She's in room 7," Mick begs.
"I could f*****g kill you, Mick. You stepped over a line! You took one of mine, so I'm taking one of yours!" roars beside me, like a song stuck on repeat. The familiar voice is threatening, and an odd knot forms in the pit of my stomach from its presence.
"Fine," Mick mumbles. I turn my head to look at Mick and the familiar voice, but my vision is blurry with tears from throwing up.
"She'll do," the voice clips angrily. Before I can make out who the voice belongs to, the blurry image rushes toward
