Under an Endless Moon (Moonlit Ridge, #2)

by A.L. Jackson

“This one should be easy,” River said, though it sounded almost like a question as he glanced around at our crew. We were down in the hidden basement at Kane’s, which was the most popular club in our small town of Moonlit Ridge. The heavy thud of music seeped through the cracks, vibrating the ceiling and walls.

Five of us sat around the big circular table beneath it. My attention bounced around at every member of Sovereign Sanctum: River, our leader. Kane, our money launderer. Theo, the protector. Cash, our hacker. Then there was me, the deliverer.