Enzo stood at the edge of the crowded dance floor, a half-empty glass of Firewhisky in his hand. The music thumped in his ears as he watched the writhing bodies around him—his dark brown eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of his friends.

As he took another sip of his drink, he caught sight of his friends across the room, beckoning him to come over. Enzo grinned back, feeling the thrill of excitement and anticipation course through his veins.

Tonight was going to be epic.