Zane’s POV

The club was dimly lit, with the bass from the music vibrating through the floor. I could barely hear myself think, which was exactly how I wanted it. I downed another shot of whiskey, the burn in my throat a welcome distraction from the turmoil in my mind. I’d been nursing drinks all night, hoping to drown out the thoughts of Belle that kept creeping back no matter how hard I tried to shove them the hell down.

“Woah, woah, woah. Take it easy, bro,” Fletcher ...