Chrome and Claws
Before Raven could answer, a voice squealed her name.
Sabrina Holt burst into the lot like she’d walked off the wrong movie set with tiny denim shorts, pink tank, blonde hair curled perfectly despite the humidity. She was all glitter in a world of leather and knives, and somehow, she’d survived among the Fangs by being too sweet to kill and too oblivious to notice danger.
“There you are!” Sabrina rushed to Raven’s side, throwing her arms around her. Vanilla perfume mixed with vodka fumes. “I’ve been looking everywhere. You promised me a ride tonight.”