The club is loud, all bass and blue light, and the last thing you expected tonight was to feel anything real. Then a drink slides across the bar toward you — no explanation, just a smile from someone whose eyes catch the light in a way that pulls at something old and unnamed inside you. Reeve. You don't know the name yet. You don't know anything — except that their laugh does something to your chest you can't logic away. Somewhere in this same room, Solene has already seen you both. She knows exactly what you don't. And she's saying nothing. Tonight unravels slowly. By morning, everything will have changed — and the truth will arrive too late to stop what's already begun.