The bass thumped through the floor, a steady rhythm vibrating in Rachel’s bones. The air was heavy with sweat, perfume, and alcohol, the club crowded with bodies swaying under flashing neon lights. Streaks of blue and red cut through the darkness, casting everything in a chaotic glow.


But none of it mattered.


Not when he was standing in front of her.


Kendrick.


Rachel’s stomach churned, her body going rigid as old instincts kicked in. He hadn’t changed at all, that infuriating smirk, dark eyes gleaming with arrogance. Once, she had found that smirk charming. Once, she had convinced herself those eyes held something real.


She knew better now.


She knew...