Axel shoved his way back through the thrumming dance floor, flashing lights casting fractured shadows across his sharp and pissed off features.
His eyes scanned the crowd, muscles tense, jaw locked.His gaze raked over the sea of bodies…groping, grinding, laughing,minding their own business…but no Ivy.
f**k.
He turned in a slow circle,nostrils flared. Nothing. Not even her scent.
He snarled, shoving past a couple making out against a pillar, and zeroed in on the only faces in this mess, that made sense.
Ashley and Mason.
Ashley was mid-twirl, her arms flung wide, while Mason attempted (and failed) to match her energy…terribly.
His movements were stiff like a malfunctioning robot.And bless his dumbass soul, he was wearing glow sticks and making dolphin noises.Axel did……
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