Sienna’s POV

“You’re lost, aren’t you?”

The voice was low and close against my ear, cutting through the heavy bass that shook the floor. I turned and found three women standing too close in the dark corner near the side stage. The tallest one had black lipstick and sharp eyes. She was the one who spoke. The other two flanked her like they already knew how this would end.

I had come with friends. Somewhere between the second and third song I lost them in the crush of bodies. Now the crowd pressed in from every side and these three were the only ones looking at me like they had...