Rhiannon's POV

The music pounded loud enough the girls could hear it from the parking lot.

Lauren wore impressive platform heels, leather pants, and a red bandana tied to make a top. That signature red lip she always wore was coated in a sheen of gloss, and her blue eyes were lined with wings sharp enough to kill a man.

Rhiannon envied her sometimes, that formidable beauty that seemed to keep her from loneliness. She seemed somehow more tame, now, even as a statuesque ...