We follow Lavina up the stairs and down a large hallway, my mind running in circles the entire time. I glance around, trying to make sense of where she’s even leading us.
“Where are you taking us?” I ask, a little confused and honestly more than a little skeptical.
She barely glances back. “Somewhere Dante won’t think to look,” she says.
The hallway is packed, and the deeper we go, the worse it gets. Creepy ass men and women are pressed against the walls, making out, grinding on each other like we don’t even exist. Either they’re too high to care or they’re pretending we’re invisible, and I can’t decide which is worse.
Finally, we reach a door, but it isn’t as simple as walking through. Two big guys are standing there like boulders, guarding it with crossed arms and zero interest in mo
