Rhiannon's POV

Rhiannon leaned against the dark walnut bar. The dim bar was lit mostly by string lights hung in the rafters. Black tables and chairs littered the aged oak floors. The shelves behind the bar were ornate walnut to match the bar, a massive mirror showing between shelves.

People bustled and bumped against each other. Some danced, some talked loudly to each other over the music, and others sat in solitude nursing their drinks. It was nearing last call, but things ...