Mia
It was my first time in a club of any kind.
The bass thumped in my chest like a second heartbeat, wild and untamed. Colored lights strobed across the ceiling of the club, cutting through the haze of smoke and perfume, painting the packed dance floor in flashes of crimson, violet, and gold. Daisy tugged me by the hand, weaving us through a crowd of supernatural creatures: wolves, witches, even a fae or two judging from the faint shimmer in their skin.
We weren’t supposed to be here. Not without Brock and Enrique hovering over us like prison guards. But Daisy had been adamant.
“They will smother us if we let them,” she had whispered back at the house as we sneaked out and as she pressed a finger to her lips. “Come on, Mia. Just one night where it’s only us.”
And somehow, despite the
