Lita was frowning as Diarmid led her to a door and held it open for her. “What is this place?”
The door had no details on the outside and the doorman had taken tickets from Diarmid and had waved them in with barely a glance in his direction. The hall they were in was lit with neon purple lights and there was nothing descriptive on the walls. It felt very much like a s*x dungeon in a low budget movie.
“You’re going to love this,” he was laughing.
“We’re not in the friendliest part of town, Diarmid.”
“I know,” he grinned. “We’re safe though. You’re a kickboxer so you can protect me.”
She probably could but his comment made her pause and turn back to him frowning. She was about to question him when the crash of loud cheering made her turn back to look down the dark narrow hallway they’d
