Chapter 77

Jayden’s POV

The music had changed again — slower this time, like it wanted to calm people who weren’t supposed to be calm.

Every table was shining under the soft white lights, glasses half-filled, smiles stretched thin in places they didn’t belong.

It looked perfect, which meant it was all fake.

I stood near the far end of the hall, facing the glass panels that reflected everything behind me.

I liked it better that way — watching people move through reflections ...