Lila’s POV

The bass at Neon Nights bubbled like crazy with purple lights rolling across sweat-slick skins and desperate faces.

I was counting tips at the bar (another slow night since Serena’s suspension had left a hole no one could fill). Serena can't actually be replaced.

The bitch is so good with her poles. And I'm sure Mr Shawn is regretting ever suspending her but the fucker is too proud to admit it.

Then Dante appeared, with brooding eyes and that half-smirk that made him look ...