~HUNTER’S POV~
The club is loud.
Too loud.
The bass thrums through my chest, banging inside me like a second heartbeat. Bodies move around me, neon lights slicing through the darkness, illuminating faces I don’t recognize—and don’t care to.
The air is thick with sweat, alcohol, and desperation.
Vincent, on the other hand, is thriving. He leans against the bar like he owns the place, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watches me with amusement.
“See?” he shouts over the music, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “This is exactly what you needed.”
I take a slow sip of my drink, feeling the burn of whiskey slide down my throat. I don’t answer. I’m not sure if I agree.
A woman slides into the space next to me, her perfume cloying and sweet. She’s gorgeous—long legs,
