Book 7: The Shadow King of Clubs

Ella

Music thrums through the air, sending steady vibrations over every surface in the crowded, cozy bar. For being such an old dive, it’s always busy, and always full of a young crowd.

A mix of lively pop and sensual, drumming house music plays on a loop. The lights are dimmed, and all around us people dance and sway to the music.

It’s unlike any tavern or pub Ryatt’s ever been to, I’m sure.

He looks skeptical as I clutch his hand and wade through the crowd to the bar.

I order three drinks. A sparkling water for me, of course.

“These are my favorite,” I tell him as I whirl around holding two identical mixed drinks. I thrust them into his hands. He lifts one and sniffs, then grimaces.

“What is it?”

“It’s called Sex on the Beach,” I purr, giving his arm a little nudge as I bring my water to my lips.

“Why am I holding two drinks?”

“Because you’re drinking for two tonight, since I can’t.”

Another scowl.