CHAPTER FIFTEEN
We step out of the cab and into the neon-lit chaos of the club. The bass of the music hits my chest like a wave, each beat vibrating through the floor and into my bones.
Cassie grabs my hand immediately, dragging me toward the dance floor with the energy of someone possessed. Her laughter is loud, electric, and contagious, and for a moment I let myself forget everything.
For a few glorious minutes, I feel free. Alive. Not Amelia Jones the target, not Amelia Jones the fiancée of a ruthless man but just Amelia, dancing and singing along to every song, letting the rhythm clear her worries.
Cassie, of course, is in her element, cigarette balanced expertly between her fingers as she sways with the beat, laughing too loudly, spinning around like no one can see her.
She’s
