I looked at the man in the suit, fury spilling out of me before I could think. My voice ripped through the pulsing bass, raw and sharp. “What did you put in our drinks?”
He scoffed, lifting his chin like he was untouchable, but the flicker in his eyes gave him away. Fear. Just a flash, quick as lightning, but I caught it. “Nothing,” he said, tone slick, practiced. “He’s delusional. Look at him—he’s insane.”
His companions weren’t nearly as steady. The one in the red shirt—the same smug bastard who’d been flirting with Sarah—shifted in his stance, shoulders tight. The other man, huge and broad in a black leather jacket, leaned in toward him, whispering fast, his eyes darting everywhere but at me. Their guilt bled through the cracks in their composure.
My anger burned white-hot, no longe
