Chapter 6. Inside the Minotaur

Proserpina

The inside was a total surprise.

Heavy chandeliers sparkled high up in the dome-like ceiling.

The walls were draped with lengths of cloth, deep red and black and I felt a twinge of unease. From the distance, for we were in a long corridor, I could hear the sound of music, muted but definitely loud, and I hurried along the dimly lit corridor, behind the girl who had brought me here, although she was barely acknowledging me now.

We passed a few men well dressed and sophisticated-looking, who glanced at me disdainfully, as though I was trash. I felt their eyes linger on my breasts, and jogged forward quickly.

Marianne was waiting impatiently at a door, and she flung me a cool look as she entered, pushing past the bouncers who stood guard. Instantly, we were assailed by music, the smell of sweat and smoke, the fragrance of assorted perfumes and alcohol, and the sounds of…fists on flesh?

I almost drew back in horror. But my