Of all the places to pick, it just had to be Eden. Sebastian wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to come in the first place. His teammates had prodded him, insisting that going out, drinking, and being surrounded by half-naked women would help him forget.
He doubted it.
The music was deafening, the strobe lights flashing too brightly for his already throbbing head. Bodies moved on the dance floor—some grinding, some staggering—and the scent of alcohol mixed with cheap perfume thickened the air.
He sat on the plush couch of the private VIP section, a glass of whiskey dangling loosely between his fingers as a dancer straddled one of his teammates. Josiah was cheering, Alex was grinning ear to ear, and Sebastian… he was just there, watching his reflection shimmer in the glass.
He was half-drunk a
