The Fly-Half (Lincoln Knights #2)

CHAPTER NINE

Jonny

The club was dark, smoke pouring off the stage and colourful lights swirling in the gloom as the bass pounded through my body, reverberating up through my trainers and shaking me down to my bones. I couldn’t remember which club it was or how I’d gotten there, but I had the vague feeling I’d been here before.

I knew where the bar was at least because I was leaning against it with a glass in hand. It looked like a short cocktail or something with whisky in. Probably a cocktail because there was a bright red cherry floating in it, bobbing against the enormous ice cube in the middle that seemed to take up most of the bloody glass. Whatever drink I’d paid for wasn’t anything more than half a shot.