Territorial Rage

~CASSIDY~

The club was too loud.

I danced on Enzo anyway. I hated that it was not Darius. That part would not shut up. Enzo was a good dancer, at least, and he had not tried anything stupid yet—no hand under the dress, no dragging me toward a darker hallway. Just the performance I had asked for. Lights on my skin. His chest at my back. A camera somewhere I could feel even if I could not see it.

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