Jojo's P.O.V.
The music pulsed around me, the bass thrumming in my chest as I sipped on my cocktail, letting its fruity taste linger on my tongue. The night had been going fine—until he showed up.
Raven Miller.
I mean... he was already here the second I had walked in... but still! My friends and I had moved all the way to the other side of the bar, and we were doing just fine, until I found him standing right in front of me, once again looking so angry I was waiting for the steam to come out of his ears like a cartoon character.
I mean come on...
Does he only have one emotion?
The moment I saw him storming over, I knew something was about to happen. His presence alone sent a ripple through my body, an involuntary reaction I hated to admit. But what truly made my blood boil was the wa
