Makenna’s POV.

The neon lights of the Cabana Club flashed in vibrant colors, casting a surreal glow over the long line of eager patrons waiting to get inside. The bass of the music thumped through the walls, promising a night of dancing and revelry. It was a typical Sunday night, but for this club, typical meant crowded and buzzing with energy.

I stood outside, feeling a knot of reluctance in my stomach. Yas, on the other hand, was bouncing on the balls of her feet, practically ...