The ground-floor bar was packed, but as Nina pushed forward through the crowd, people started taking notice and parted to make way. “Elektra!” someone shrieked. Others echoed this name in whispers and shouts of all volumes.
Nina glanced around the room, smiling a wicked and cripplingly sexy smile that Kayden had never seen on her face before. The bizarrely dressed, heavily made-up partiers teemed with animal energy. They seemed to all know Nina, and they treated her with a cult-like reverence.
The bartender, a leather-clad bald woman with teardrops tattooed down her cheeks, quickly served Nina a tray of shots. They were electric green and glowed in the blacklight, with whisps of white smoke floating up from them. With an
