I was standing outside by the car, the cool night air biting at my skin while the muffled beat of the music from inside the building thumped against the pavement. Princess was inside the club discussing some kind of issues with Beam, the club manager, because she was heading out and it was Friday night. Usually, Friday nights meant chaos and crowded floors, but she was moving with a focus that didn't leave room for the usual party atmosphere. I leaned against the cool metal of the door, watching the neon lights flicker and reflect off the windshield.
"Okay, what did you call us for, Faye?" Malo said the moment he, Sasha, and Haley came out of the club. They looked a bit breathless, the scent of expensive drinks and smoke clinging to their clothes as they stepped into the quiet of the parking lot.
