The restaurant was tucked away down a quiet side street where the lights were dim and yellow. It looked like an old house that had been turned into something special. There were no people waiting outside, and the windows were covered with thick curtains.
Emma stepped out of the car first, looking around the street before she held the door open for me. As soon as my feet hit the ground, Alaric was there, tucking my arm into his. Killian and Silas followed close behind, their eyes scanning every shadow.
Inside, the air smelled like roasted garlic and expensive wine. A man in a suit met us at the door. He didn't ask for a name; he just bowed and led us toward the back. We walked past a few tables where people were talking in low voices, but we didn't stop until we reached a corner that was
