ELORAThe second we stepped into The Loft, the heavy bass vibrated through the soles of my sneakers like a second heartbeat. The lounge was alive with energy, swirling blue lights danced across the dark walls, punctuated by strobes of purple and gold. People swayed to the rhythm of a sultry R&B track, their silhouettes sharp and confident beneath chandeliers shaped like shattered glass. Music thumped loud enough to rattle your ribs. The air smelled like perfume, sweat, liquor, and reckless decisions.Gemma’s eyes were darting from left to right, her shoulders stiff, posture wound tight like a loaded spring. She was scanning every face, every corner, as though she could summon Luke by the sheer force of suspicion."Alright, hawk eye," I muttered, placing a hand on her arm. "You’re staring people down like you’re about to report them to Homeland Security. Take it easy. If we don’t blend in, we’re gonna get kicked out before we even find him."She blinked, exhaled through her nose, and
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