Sophia’s eyelids felt impossibly heavy, as though invisible weights had been attached to them. She could feel the leather of the car seat beneath her and noticed the blessed absence of the harsh morning sun, a clear sign that the miserable night still dragged on.

Why was she in a car? She was supposed to be at the club with her friends. Her memories twisted and spun in a chaotic haze, making it difficult to force her eyes open and take in her surroundings.

Had someone taken her? The thought sent a ripple of alarm through her clouded mind.

It was obvious she remained heavily intoxicated—perhaps even more so than...