Arryn Frey: 2 books

Wordlessly she rose from the bed and offered her hand, and I grabbed it as the song’s background deepened, then slid off the bed and onto the carpeted floor. Then she pulled me through the next room and into the bathroom, where she closed the door, killed the lights, and turned on the shower. I'd...

Midnight. Club's still awake, just like it always is. One room, seething in semidarkness, wide enough to drive a jet into. Used to be a warehouse, but they've found a better use for it. Much better. Music blasts from speakers in every corner, pulsing irregularly, some fusion of a remixed...