Seeing Ghosts

Cora's POV

The club was packed, bodies pressed together, bass thrumming through the floor and into my chest.

Lexi grabbed my arm, pulling me through the crowd toward a roped-off section where velvet couches lined the walls. "Come on, I got us VIP seats. The real VIP, not that fake stuff they sell to anyone with a credit card."

"VIP?" I had to yell over the music.

She grinned, flashing a gold wrist