The music pulsed like a slow heartbeat through the club, heavy bass threading through the chatter and laughter. Colored lights swept lazily across the floor, catching glimpses of bodies moving in rhythm.
Dravis was somewhere in the crowd with a brunette in a black skirt and a dangerously sheer top. Lyrian and Daelen had claimed their own corner of the dance floor, while Renji and his girlfriend spun in the light like they were in their own world.
Ezra stood apart, one hand resting lightly on the bar, the other holding a glass that reflected the shifting colors. He wasn't here for the music, or the crowd. His thoughts lingered on a single name—Elena Voncrest.
