Chapter 33
Lyra
The music thumped around me like a second heartbeat, the bass pulsing through the floors and up my legs as the dancefloor flooded with bodies. Jasmine had excused herself to the restroom, leaving me with my half-finished drink and a view of reckless youth flailing under flickering lights.
I leaned back in my seat, propping my chin on my hand, and let my eyes wander over the crowd. Sweat-slicked foreheads, high heels slipping off ankles, arms thrown up in the air like no one gave a damn about tomorrow. A wave of envy passed through me—how easy it looked, to be that carefree, to move like you didn’t carry the weight of the world on your back.
My gaze snagged on a couple dancing particularly close in the center—just two silhouettes tangled up in the chaos. And for whatever
