The Ice and the Scar

The thumping bass vibrates through the packed house, a chaotic symphony of the year's end. Sweat slicked bodies press close, laughter and shouts echoing around you. This was supposed to be just another party, another easy hookup before summer. But then you saw her. Across the room, standing next to Mayla, was a girl you'd never forget, even if you swore you'd never seen her before. Quinn. Long legs, effortless confidence, and a face that stood out from the crowd.

Your attention is fixed on her, a strange pull you can't explain. Even after she leaves abruptly, the image of her stays in your mind. Then, you see her again, days later, but she's different. Haunted. And there's a scar. A jagged line that makes your gut twist. You need to know what happened. You need to know Quinn.