Somebody somewhere in the grand scheme of controlling things had a weird sense of humor.
Unlike her visit to Ruby Red the night before, clouds rolled across the heavens, blown in wisps and chunks by a brisk wind that cut through skin, bypassed bone, and went straight to the marrow. The moon was nowhere to be seen, probably hiding away because it recognized the portents of the hours to come. Everywhere around the small bar, blackness rolled in to remind visitors that day was long gone. Anything they would find in this little corner of the world would be a wicked surprise. Brave it if you must.
Serena didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. In order for the plan she and Max had hashed out to work, she needed to be here. She was mildly curious what kind of reaction their escape had evok
