Lola’s POV

The lights from the pool shimmered across the water, a glassy blue that reflected sharp against the night sky.

Strings of lanterns swung above the patio, throwing shifting shadows over the guests who were spread in clusters across the yard.

Music pulsed faintly from inside the mansion, the bassline rolling steady beneath bursts of laughter and chatter.

The air smelled thick of chlorine, sweat, alcohol, and perfume, all of it mingling until it was cloying.

Morgan’s hand was ...