Chapter 61: Street Confrontation
(Scarlet's POV)
The final leg of the tour was an adult show. The performance was raw, aggressive, and suffocating. The air inside felt turbid, thick with sweat and cheap perfume. The screams and the thumping bass made my temples throb.
I pushed through the crowd and stepped out the heavy double doors. The fresh night air hit me at the same moment Ethan appeared.
He was leaning against the railing, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. He looked like he had been waiting there for a long time. Seeing me, he tapped the ash off the end of his cigarette.
Down the street, figures huddled in the shadows against the walls, the sweet, skunky smell of m*******a drifting from their corners. We stood at the edge of the boardwalk. Beyond the railing, the dark
