Page 29 of Blood and Ruin: The Complete Series

Tonight, was the night it all finally came together. A last meeting with my contact and Alana and I’d be one step closer to getting out of here.

Finally, we’d be free and, most importantly, together.

CHAPTER 7

The beat of the music ripples through me as I get closer to Club Prestige, the club under King’s Tower.

Jeromy, a bear shifter, is guarding the doors tonight. He’s quiet enough and keeps to himself most days but he follows the other guards blindly and can be easily led astray. Never questioning their commands or shady behaviour. So even though, he comes across as a semi-decent guy, I couldn’t trust him with anything.

He gives me an appreciative once-over as I walk up to him. “Looking fine as always, Kiarra.”

I give him a bland look in an attempt to prevent any further conversation. I’d learned early on not to talk to King’s guards. As soon as they found out just how little power I had or how little King cared for my wellbeing, they started getting a little too handsy.

Though my ice queen attitude usually deterred them from trying anything further, many still tried to push the boundaries, testing what they could get away with.

Waiting on Jeromy to open the door, I find his eyes fixated on my ass. Gripping my small purse, I stop myself from yanking the dress down a little further.

“The door, Jeromy.” I tilt my head toward it, hoping he’d hurry the fuck up.

“Huh?” His doe eyes look up, finding my glare.

“Oh, sorry.” He rushes over and puts the code in before holding the door open.

“Have a good night.”

Just as I pass him, I hear a low groan. “You’ll let me know if you need anything?”

Rolling my eyes, I ignore his comment knowing it won’t be the last one tonight, all thanks to this fucking dress.

Green and blue lights bounce from the wide-open ceiling across to the crowded dance floor.

Club Prestige is the hot spot for supernatural’s and humans alike. That is, the selected ones King chooses to allow in. All powerful in their own right and right under King’s thumb, just the way he liked it.

I live above the damn place and still need to be let in by his guards. King trusts no one, least of all me, and he’d be right in doing so.

I head towards the bar giving the bartender a nod. Her short purple hair was styled to the side revealing a witches emblem tattooed on the side of her neck.

Jazmyn is an empathic witch and someone I had luckily stumbled across a few months ago. Our paths aligned, and we both got something we needed out of it.

As soon as she sees me, she waves me over.

“Hey, I have that drink you ordered.” She begins to pour a shot glass of golden-brown liquid, subtly nodding her head toward the end of the table where King’s guards where watching.

We needed to be careful with what we said, got it.

My heart starts racing, a nervous excitement flowing through me waiting for some good news.

“Single malt whiskey, as requested. That shit was hard to find and went a little over budget. You sure you can handle it?”

Meaning the contact wanted more than expected. Luckily, I was used to being fucked over and learned the hard way to always have a back-up plan in place.

I grasp the drink in my hand and salute her before knocking it back without hesitation. I wince a little as the burn travels down my throat. “A little overpriced but not bad. I hope you got at least two bottles of this?”

“I did, but it’s not gonna last much longer in these conditions.” Meaning the contact wasn’t going to stick around longer than tonight. I’d have to move my timeline up a bit, but it was doable.

I slide her across the empty glass. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it sorted.”

She gives me a look, making sure I still want to go through with everything.

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