#Chapter 11
Evelyn
The bouncer eyes Yasmine a second longer than the rest of us, but Ivan glares at him and he's flickering his gaze around in the next second.
/"Thanks./" Yasmine kisses Ivan's cheek and he grins in a way that reminds me of Miles. They both have similar energy.
Entering the club we are swamped with hot and heavy bodies and music thrumming through the floor and walls. Everything is vibrating with ferocity. The room is flashing with red light, which bounces off the shimmering mirror balls scattered across the ceiling. They look magical and for a second I watch them revolve in the air.
/"Take my hand girls./" Ivan drives us through the thick crowd and stops at the bar where drinks are being served in rapid succession. A bunch of bartenders are moving around behind the counter mixing liquids and pouring them into tiny glasses. They look professional and skilled.
