Vivienne's POV The night was a blur of neon and noise, but the good kind. Firelight flickered across the courtyard, throwing orange shadows over leather and smoke. A huge bonfire burned in the middle of the compound, so you just had to believe me when I said the fire and smoke rose up like its only mission was to overthrow the moon.

Music thundered from the speakers, with laughter spilling like beer from the open kegs. If there was onf thing that was crystal clear tonight, Reapers didn’t ...