Vorian POV
Finally. Casino night, baby. God, I love to gamble.
The second I stepped inside, I was hit with a rush bright lights flashing off chrome, the jingle of coins pouring out of machines, women dancing on poles high above the slots. The air was thick with cigarette smoke, whiskey breath, and raw anticipation.
“Good evening, sir!” came a voice to my left.
A casino worker was checking IDs. I handed over my license, and as soon as he clocked the name, he didn’t even scan it. Just handed it back and bowed slightly, fastening a yellow band around my wrist.
Wolf. That explained it.
“If you need anything, sir, don’t hesitate. You might find the games in the back more suited to your taste,” he said, giving one more shallow bow before turning to the person behind me.
I moved forward, e
