Olivia’s POV

“That place looked like trouble. You shouldn’t go somewhere like that alone,” Elliott Smith said, his voice carrying a gentle reprimand. We were well away from Queen’s Lounge now, and I had no desire to ever return to that chaotic nightclub.

“I wasn’t alone, actually,” I replied, pointing to Roger, my bodyguard, who stood a few meters away by the car in the parking lot. “That’s Roger, my security. I left him outside because I didn’t think it’d be so wild ...