When I stepped off the elevator and onto the main floor of 1740, it felt like I was at a family or high school reunion. Well, a family or high school reunion where people were either half-naked or in leather. With everyone in masks, it was hard making out who was who. Some masks were more elaborate than others.
“Wanna drink?" William asked.
“Yes, please."
We made our way through the crowd to the bar. Although I recognized Lyle from his intricate tattoos, I didn't say anything. “What can I get you?"
“Vodka and cranberry," I said.
Lyle's brows furrowed. “Sugar t**s?"
I groaned. “You recognize me?"
He laughed. “I'd know that voice of yours anywhere."
“Normally I'd be flattered, but we're trying to fly under the radar."
At the sight of William, Lyle's eyes widened. “William?"
“Yeah.
