The bass thudded through Elena’s body, vibrating in her chest, her blood, her bones. The club was packed—lights flashing, bodies pressed together, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and smoke. She’d come out with a group of old friends, but they’d splintered off hours ago, pairing up, disappearing onto the dance floor or into dark corners. Elena didn’t care. She didn’t need anyone.

The music was enough.

She danced alone in the middle of the crowd, swaying, her eyes closed, arms ...