Across the street, the club's doors swung open, spilling golden light and the smell of expensive mistakes onto the pavement. Out stepped Marcus, the city’s undisputed king of hearts, looking like he owned the gravity that held everyone else down. He saw her and smirked, thinking this was just another game he’d already won.
"Are you ready for the perfect storm?" she asked, her hand reaching out, not to hold him, but to claim him. Across the street, the club's doors swung open,
But as the beat of the city sped up, Elara’s eyes flared a dangerous violet. Across the street
Should we explore what happens when tries to find her, or should we reveal the secret society Elara actually belongs to? the club's doors swung open