Chapter 40

• Chapter 40: Dance With Fire
• The club pulses around her like a living heartbeat.
• Strobe lights flash overhead, white-hot bursts like lightning in the middle of a storm. The bass shakes the floor beneath her boots, pounding in sync with the erratic rhythm of her pulse. Lena leans against the bar, her elbow propped lazily, fingers trailing the rim of her glass as if she has all the time in the world. Her lips curl into a slow, unapologetic smirk as her gaze finds its target—the guy standing a few feet away, watching her like she’s something rare and untouchable.