Kael’s POV
The music pounded like war drums as I stepped inside, bass booming through the floor, vibrating up my legs and into my chest like it was trying to jolt something dead back to life. It didn’t. It only reminded me I was still here. Still breathing. Still haunted.
Lights slashed through the darkness; blue, red, violet. They flickered across sweating bodies moving like one organism.
The scent of too much perfume hung thick in the air, layered over sweat and smoke, clinging to my skin.
The club pulsed with hunger.
Laughter spilled like wine. Hips rolled. Skin flashed. Women, dressed to kill, eyes sharp as daggers, stared like I was something rare.
Not prey. A prize.
Everywhere I turned, hands reached out. Fingers grazed my arm. A whisper of a touch, a flash of a smile, lips pa
