Georgia didn’t know how or when they stopped dancing. One moment, she was in Lucian’s arms, moving to the rhythm, and the next, everything felt dizzying and out of focus. The music seemed to fade, and the warmth of the night’s energy seemed to evaporate around her. She tried to clear her mind, but nothing made sense.
When her eyes finally opened, she was no longer in the club.
Lucian was driving.
Her head was resting against the window, and the hum of the car’s engine filled the silence. She glanced around, only to find Lucian’s eyes focused on the road ahead, his grip steady on the steering wheel. Damien was slouched in the back seat, barely awake, and May sat beside him, both of them looking like they’d been hit by a truck.
Her mind spun as the car moved forward. How had they gotten
