Michael was driving a convertible, and Debra sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery outside.

Even this late at night, the city was alive with bright lights, bustling streets, and neon flashing everywhere.

The wind brushed against her face as Michael picked up speed.

She closed her eyes, letting the rush of the ride wash over her. Compared to everything she had been through, this was nothing.

After a while, she opened her eyes. "You've circled this area for half an hour. Think it's about time we head back?"

Michael slowed down. "Feeling better?"

Debra nodded. "A little. Probably not as fun as bungee jumping, though."

She used to be terrified of heights. But after everything she had faced over the past two years, extreme sports seemed almost childish compared to real life-or- death situations.

Michael chuckled, "I'll take you somewhere fun."

Debra nodded, "if

stepped on the gas, and they sped through the

in front of a club. Michael got out first and opened the

You're taking me to a

you in this world." Michael took off his

never took you for the clubbing type,"

time.

then. Let's see

in the air. The bass thumped so hard she could

the entrance barely blinked at the sight of Michael, who pulled out a black-and-gold VIP card and

stamped the back of Debra's hand with an invisible ink mark. Under the purple lights,

an eyebrow and lowered

inside, the louder the music got. By the

area, the bass felt like

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