Chloe POV
I want to say something nasty but I stop myself. After all,I am the one who needs help here. I take a deep breath and calm my nerves.
“ Have you seen a guy with a tattoo like this?” I ask, pointing to the pic of the club logo.
“Skull with daggers, on his wrist?” I keep my eyes on his face,tracking any shift of expressions.
The guy’s face stays blank, but his fingers twitch, like he is nervous.
“ I don't remember every customer that swings by,” he says, too quick. “Lots of people come through. It's not my business to keep track.” He answers, trying to sound rude. The tremble in his voice betrays him though.
Nyx leans over the counter, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Think harder,” she says. “We’re not here to play games.” She adds,her dagger placed on the counte
