Verena 

My heels clicked against the asphalt, my gaze fixed on the red awning that had the club’s name written on it. “Jazz Nostalgia” The words slipped off my tongue effortlessly. 

I bounced on my feet to stay warm, suddenly regretting my life decision. Daxton had mentioned something about taking a jacket. He had even shoved his coat into my hands but I had shrugged it off and now, here I was, on the verge of freezing to death. 

My teeth ground hard and a hiss was about to slip out of my mouth when my heart iced. Two women in black fur jackets walked past me, occasionally glancing at...