Aurora's POV
I frowned, glancing around as I realized there was no taxi. Our club, which was usually swarming with cabs at this hour, was surprisingly empty. There wasn't a single yellow light in sight.
I pulled my phone from my bag to book a ride, but my heart sank. No service. Not even a single bar.
"Damn it!" I hissed, glaring at the time on my screen. It was past 10 PM.
I stood outside the club, the cold night air biting at my skin. I couldn't stay here, but I couldn't call for help. Finally, I decided to walk. My apartment wasn't too far, though the route was dim and quiet. I grunted in frustration, adjusted my bag, and turned—only to slam into a solid chest.
"Ohh!" I exclaimed in pain, rubbing my forehead.
"Watch where you're going," a man muttered, sounding annoyed. I looked up and saw one of the regulars, his eyes cold.
