Imogene Scott

I push back from the couch, taking a deep breath. The night is moving slowly and it’s been almost two hours. Dahlia is laughing at something Damien just said. In fact, she laughs at literally everything he says. I can’t shake the sense that something is off, from the way Jace also keeps glancing at me when he thinks I’m not looking.

I need a break.

“I’m going to grab more wine,” I announce, standing. I glance at the near-empty bottle on the table. “We’re running low.”

“I’ll come with you,” Jace says, his voice too quick and eager.

I hesitate, my hand frozen halfway toward the door....