Chapter

Twenty-Nine

Hawke

Even though it was the wee hours of the morning, the party upstairs hadn’t lessened. Sodom was made for this time, when day and night fought for dominance, when people’s inhibitions were at their lowest. With Asher’s hand firmly grasped in mine, I led her through the bodies grinding against each other on the dance floor, the seductive bassline of the song humming through my chest, begging for us to join the throng. But I had other plans, ones that included taking her for something to eat and then back to my flat so I could get her back into my bed.

“Wait,” she called, giving my...