Kianna's PoV:
I lingered on the terrace longer than I meant to, the black card burning a hole in my clutch like a secret I wasn't sure I wanted.
The city lights blurred as my mind raced—who was that girl? How did she know so much? And what "price" was she talking about?
The cold seeped through my dress, finally chasing me back inside. The ballroom was even more chaotic now, the music pounding harder whilst bodies pressed closer on the dance floor.
I wove through the crowd, scanning for Lesley.I found her near the bar, arm slung around Marcus's shoulders, both of them laughing hysterically at some inside joke with a group of college kids.
She spotted me and waved wildly. "Kianna! There you are! We're heading upstairs—sleepover after-party in room 512. You in?"
I hesitated. A hotel room full of strangers? After the weirdness in the bathroom, my instincts screamed to go home, curl up in bed, and pretend the night never happened.
