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Olivia walked alongside the two thugs on either side of her. A club called Thirsty. A Vampire club. Loud bass pumped viciously through the speakers. Strobe lights turned the dancers into a collection of robotic-like bodies with practiced jerks and bumps. In the corner, two women sucked at the neck of a male who lay prostrate on the plush sofa. Olivia could smell sweat, stale alcohol, and the acrid scent of weed. Hot and stuffy with something bold and coppery wafted across Olivia’s nose. Blood. Lots of blood. A nightmare of a fragrance only worn by the dead.
“Keep moving, and stay inside the circle,” Vega warned.
“What circle? I don’t see a circle. What I do see, are your men crowding my space.”
Vega turned cold eyes on Olivia. “They are the circle. You can test me if you want. You m
