The atmosphere in the grand hall was rich with luxury, the scent of expensive wine filled in the air. Servers in crisp uniforms could be seen moving through the crowd with trays balanced with precision in the hands. They were offering glasses of liquor to the guests present.
Delilah plucked a glass from a passing attendant. She took a small sip, then her eyes lighting up immediately.
“Oh, this is amazing!” she whispered, turning to me excitedly. “You should try it, Ryder.”
She held the glass out to me. I reached for it, my fingers about to brush the cool surface—
—when something caught my eye.
The server's hand.
More specifically, the tattoo on the inside of his wrist.
I recognized it immediately. It belonged to Black Talon.
Though Caine also had the tattoo, but I don't really beli
