Drugged

Electra's POV

The party was chaotic, just as I expected, and I have spent the last ten to fifteen minutes of my life struggling to get past an overhyped crowd of girls, dodging hands that seemed magnetically drawn to me and sidestepping girls who thought "no" was just a challenge.

My patience was wearing thin.

I had come here for one reason: to find Seraphina, yet so far, it felt like chasing a shadow.

Leaning against the nearest wall for a moment, I exhaled heavily, my frustration building with each passing second. A girl I didn't recognize sidled up to me, flashing a coy smile and leaning far too close for comfort.

"Hey there," she purred, her fingers brushing against my arm. "Wanna dance?"

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Not interested," I said curtly, stepping away.

She pouted but thankfully didn't push it. I watched as she melted back into the crowd, her attention quickly snagged by someone else.