Chapter 223: I met her

The door to the Diamond Club shut behind him with a soft thud that echoed louder in his chest than it did in the hallway.

Stefan walked without purpose at first, past the bar, past the pulsing bass and bodies moving like shadows in low light. His hands were in his pockets, but they curled into fists, the sting of fingernails biting into skin. He didn’t know where he was going—just that he had to get out.