Chapter 65 Checkmate In Red

• SLOANE’S POV
• The car pulled up to Theo’s illuminated driveway. The party was in full, roaring swing. Strobe lights bled from the windows, painting the night in pulses of color. A crowd snaked toward the entrance, a sea of designer labels and red solo cups. Laughter cut through the thrumming bass.
• “Finally,” I whispered, clicking off the seatbelt. The driver parked conspicuously close to the doors. Conversations faltered. Heads turned. The sleek, unfamiliar Rolls-Royce was an event.