~HUNTER'S POV~

The club is loud. 

Too loud. 

The bass thrums through my chest, banging inside me like a second heartbeat. Bodies move around me, neon lights slicing through the darkness, illuminating faces I don't recognize—and don't care to.

The air is thick with sweat, alcohol, and desperation. 

Vincent, on the other hand, is thriving. He leans against the bar like he owns the place, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watches me with amusement.

"See?" he shouts ...