Rain POV
As I stepped into Lucky's club, a wave of emptiness washed over me. Doubt clouded my mind, questioning if I was making the right choice. I absentmindedly brushed my finger against my lips, desperately trying to hold onto the memory of Caleb's touch. The dimly lit club was filled with the scent of alcohol and sweat, as I made my way straight to the bar. I ordered a drink, my eyes scanning the room for the creep I was supposed to meet.
In my hand, I tightly gripped a vial of blood. I had tainted it with a minuscule drop of my own, ensuring that whatever they had planned would not work. It was enough to pass off as genuine, though. Suddenly, the creep appeared beside me, placing his hand on my back. I brushed it off, "I did not give you permission to touch me." I snapped. He chuckl
