The music was blasting through the speakers, trying to synchronize itself with the rushed beating of my heart. The people were swaying all around me, somehow managing to keep up with the song's fast rhythm. The smell hanging in the stuffy air was a mix of sweat, perfume, and smoke.
I focused on Matthew's reassuring hand resting at the small of my back as he steered me through the crowd. My shoulders were tense as I tried to make myself as small as possible. I winced every time when hair or a pair of flailing arms brushed my skin as I elbowed my way through the dance floor.
I'd lost sight of Sierra back in front of the club. She must have entered it when I was still talking with Matt. When we approached the club's door together, there was no sight of Borah or the guys, too. In brief, they
