I knew as soon as we walked through the door why Noir was their preferred club. It was an experience. This being a Jackal-owned night club through and through, I had never set foot in here before. While it was vastly different from Rowan’s Raven’s Wing, something about it gave me that same sense of familiarity.
We were sat off in a luxurious booth in what was a place sectioned off for more important clientele. The air had changed as soon as we’d walked into the place; curious eyes had clung to me and even now some people sent surreptitious glances my way. It wasn’t every day you saw a Corvin hanging out with the Jackal kids. I wondered when news of my sighting would get back to my father's ears. Not too soon I hoped.
Dane was being treated like something akin to a king though everyone le
