Sienna’s POV

Rhett wasn’t at the party. That, more than anything, sent whispers rippling through the halls of my college. On Friday nights, his absence was very unnatural as the moon refusing to rise. Parties were his stage, the place where his name was shouted like a war cry, where people watched him drink himself to stupur with whiskey and bravado just to feel the heat.

But tonight, when the bass shook the dorm walls and the neon glow slipped through the windows, Rhett wasn’t there, ...