Ezekiel's POV
The night air slapped against my face as I shoved through the crowded bodies spilling out of the house. The stench of cheap beer mixed with cigarette smoke and sweat created a nauseating cocktail that seemed to coat my throat. Behind me, the bass line from some generic pop song thumped against the windows, but out here it felt distant and muffled.
I had to get away from that suffocating mess inside.
Away from Anton's disapproving glares. Away from Kane's obnoxious voice cutting through every conversation. Just somewhere I could breathe without feeling like the walls were closing in.
But apparently, I wasn't getting that luxury tonight.
"Hey there, Enzo!" Kane's voice sliced through the darkness like a rusty blade, dripping with that particular brand of cruelty he wore like a badge of honor. "Had no clue you were into those chunky girls, bro!"
