Raven's POV

I was exhausted already. Parties had never been my thing, and they never would be.

I was sitting at the makeshift bar, a lit black pipe in my hand. Yara was sitting right beside me, gently sipping her large glass of something yellow. The music that hovered above our heads was soft, and yet it made my ears throb. My palms were sweaty, my mouth was dry and I kept losing my focus.

My heart was miles away from home already.

I needed to get out of there.

Instead I sighed and raised the lit pipe to my mouth again. Yara let out an impatient sound and gently...