Lilith's POVThe club is suffocating. I'm sweating under the heavy cashmere trench coat, my bare skin sticking to the silk lining like a second layer I can't escape. The bass is so loud I can feel it in my teeth, vibrating through the floor and up into my bones. Neon lights flash in violent bursts of pink and blue, painting the crowd in strobes of color that make everything look like a fever dream.Roman is watching me squirm.He's completely relaxed against the leather booth, one arm draped over the back, his fingers lazily tapping against the worn material. A stolen drink sits in his other hand, condensation dripping down the glass. He hasn't taken his eyes off me since we sat down, and I hate how much I notice. How much I feel it."I'm going to pass out," I breathe, fanning my neck with my hand. The air is thick with cheap alcohol, sweat, and something sickly sweet I can't identify. "It's a hundred degrees in here.""Take it off, then." His voice cuts through the noise like a kni
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