C19 CHAPTER NINETEEN

CYRUS P.O.V

Walking into the club, I scanned around for Richard, but there was not a glimpse of him, I shoved past the sea of bodies dancing wildly on the dance floor, moving off to the bar counter. I ordered a drink; I knew I would not touch. I was not a drinker. Moreover, as far as pretending to belong goes, I need to stay clear-headed to fight.

After the endless scanning