Alex walked beside Isis, matching her unsteady pace as they left the chaos of the nightclub behind. The cold parking lot lights illuminated her face—half tired, half stubborn. He took a deep breath. It was obvious she was far drunker than she wanted to admit.

“I’m taking you home,” he said, firm but calm.

Isis laughed—that crooked laugh of someone who had lost the plot a long time ago.

“No need.” She waved a hand in the air, nearly tripping over her own foot. “I’ll get an Uber. And... I don’t e