Kavira POV
The lights blazed, music pounded through the building, and a line of eager patrons snaked along the sidewalk, waiting for their chance to get in. As we pulled up, the valet was already in motion opening Vorian’s door first, then circling around to mine. He extended his hand and I accepted it, letting him help me out of the car. Vorian placed a steady hand on the small of my back as we entered the club, Varek flanking my other side like a silent wall of muscle. One glance up at Varek told me he was already in full protection mode his expression was stone-cold and lethal.
“Good evening, sir. Mr. Varek. Ma’am,” a man greeted us as we entered. He was dressed in black skinny jeans and a fitted black button-up. The earpiece in his ear gave away his position he was staff.
“Hey, Fenr
