As the limousine pulled up to the nightclub’s parking structure, Raven noticed Azzmi dropping her head to the side, fixing her hair with a blank expression. He knew she didn’t want to talk to him, but he still felt the urge to remind her of something important. He knew what she was like now—she didn’t want to be close, but they needed to be together for this, no matter how much it hurt.

Clearing his throat to get her attention, he said, "We’re about to go in and—"

"I know," she ...