“Yes, I like this,” Danny says as his hands go to my hips, trying to match my grind. He’s a bad dancer, but what guy isn’t? I spin away from him, rubbing my back against Cher’s. Turning, she laughs and grabs me as we both match the beat.

“That’s it, my beauties,” Matteo yells, leaning in close to our faces. “Now, who wants to feel really good?”

“We do,” Cher screams.

Matteo smiles and winks, motioning for us to follow him.

“I told you we were gonna have fun tonight.” She grabs my hand, her face flushed with excitement. “They have cocaine. Fuck yes, let’s go.”

I let her pull me because for the first time in my life, I don’t care. God, maybe it will make me feel better. There has to be a reason people love it. I just want something, anything, to numb my pain.

We weave around the crowded dance floor, following Matteo and Danny toward a back room.

My eyes take in the dark club. It has to be close to capacity. Either that, or they don’t care. Some guy plants his hands on my ass, then gives me a halfhearted apology. I glare at him, yet looking past him, I freeze. My whole body grows cold, then instantly breaks into a sweat. Gulping air, I try to catch my breath.

“Oh my God.” I try pulling away. “Move,” I scream at the assholes who just blocked my view.

“What?” Cher turns to glance down at me while I frantically try to move around the group to look for him.

“Jett’s here, over there.” I point to the dark corner.

“Where?” Cher stands on her tiptoes.

“He’s there,” I scream, my pulse pounding so hard I truly might hyperventilate.

“That’s not him,” she says dryly, grabbing my arm while Danny yells for us.

“Stop, it is.” At last able to maneuver around the group, I look at the corner, but she’s right. The man standing there may have dark hair, but he’s definitely not Jett.

“Wait. I swear to God, he’s here.” My eyes dart around, but there are too many bodies.

Cher looks as well, then shrugs. “Raven, I don’t see him, and I hate to have to tough love you, but he’s marrying your mother, not chasing after you,” she shouts over the noise.

My eyes instantly fill with tears.

“Oh no, don’t cry. I was only trying to snap you out of it. Please, Raven, don’t go all dark tonight, come on.” She grabs my hand, but I shake my head.

My mind is racing. Maybe I’ve seriously snapped, like lost it. Why do I keep feeling like he’s here? Am I that desperate?