The night air was thick and sticky outside the arena. The far-off noise of the orgy still echoed like a slow heartbeat from the main hall.
The Blacklist team had met up in a dark side lot, far from the mess, under a blinking streetlight that made long shadows on their faces.
Jaz walked back and forth like a trapped tiger, tense, her fists opening and closing.
"Where is everyone?" She kicked a small stone, sending it rolling into the dark.
Nia leaned on a chain fence, her slim body relaxed, arms crossed over her chest.
"They're fine. Probably deep in that mess."
Her voice was cool and calm, but Sarra next to her twisted her hands, her curvy body moving nervously.
What if something happened? People were just... everywhere... Nash...
She wanted to say it out loud, but without Nash there, she couldn't find the guts to talk to these strangers.
