Zerina's point of view

My eyes kept scanning the bar. My fingers tightened around the glass I had almost finished. Sweet bubbles fizzed on my tongue, but they couldn't quiet the unease growing heavy in my chest.

Where did she go?

She had promised she wouldn't leave me alone for long. She said she would get drinks and come right back. That was minutes ago. No, more than minutes. I leaned forward, craning my neck to see over the crowd, but all I saw were strangers' backs, hair dyed in ...