Zara's POV
The Delta house was already loud when Bri and I got there.
We heard the music from half a block away — bass heavy and relentless, rattling through the cold night air like it had something to prove. Light spilled from every window of the three-story house, yellow and warm against the dark, and there were people on the porch, people on the steps, people leaning out of upstairs windows yelling down to friends on the lawn. The front door was wide open like the house had given up trying to contain what was happening inside it.
Bri grabbed my arm and pulled me up the steps.
“Do not lose me in there,” she said over her shoulder, already moving faster.
“You literally just told me not to go without you and now you’re the one walking faster,” I called after her. “Make up your mind, w
