Hours later, the group stepped out of the club and into the cool night. The bass faded behind them as the parking lot welcomed them with flashing headlights and neon lights reflecting off polished cars. The energy inside slowly gave way to relaxed laughter and sleepy chatter as everyone gathered, ready to head home.
Athena leaned against Theodore, his jacket draped over her shoulders. Rhydric stood close by, quiet as always, while Eryx scrolled through his phone with a distracted frown.
Alaric and Armand lingered near their sleek black car, talking in low voices with Leo and Levi, who were still hyped from the night.
Felicia on the other hand just stood silent moving from one foot to another.
Laila hovered close to Alaric, her usual bold energy replaced by something tighter, more anxious.
Eryx suddenly froze mid-scroll as he suddenly remembered the bomb Laila dropped on them earlier that day. His jaw clenched hard. The anger he'd pushed down earlier roared back to life.
