Sienna’s POV

“We’re going.”

Raven’s voice left no room for argument. She was already pulling on a black shirt and tossing me one of Lila’s short dresses. My own clothes were still somewhere on the floor, underwear long gone.

“Who sent the message?” I asked as I stepped into the dress. It barely covered the tops of my thighs.

Lila checked the phone again. “Unknown number. But the after-party is at the warehouse three blocks from the venue. Only industry people and the band’s close circle know about it.”

Quinn finished lacing her boots and looked at me. “Whoever it is already has video of us behind the speakers. If...