ALLEN’S POV
The bass from the music at Club Eden was so loud it felt like it was pulsing through my veins. The air reeked of sweat, alcohol, and desperation. My jaw clenched as I stepped through the doors, with Allison just behind me. The neon lights flickered, illuminating the crowd that moved to the beat on the dance floor. Girls in skimpy outfits threw lingering glances my way. Some were bold enough to approach with seductive smiles, but I brushed them off with a glare. I wasn’t here for that.
I was here for Wendy.
The memory of Allison’s face when I told her we were coming to Club Eden flashed through my mind. She had gone pale with a wide-eyed look of horror.
“What is it?” I’d asked her.
“Nothing,” she’d replied too quickly, shaking her head as if that would dismiss whatever was
