Misty POV
1 Week later
I quickly realized that being a server was not my calling. It only took one night in my disguise to understand that. I despised people, or rather, the scum that frequented these clubs. It seemed like these places attracted the worst of the worst. There were a few normal patrons, young twenty-somethings who were blissfully unaware of the dark underbelly of these establishments. They were innocent, just looking to have a good time. But even watching them was difficult, as I had to witness vampires preying on them and werewolves using them for nothing more than a one-night stand.
To make matters worse, Wyatt was also there, blending in effortlessly with his acting skills. Sometimes, he played his part so convincingly that it annoyed me. He managed to gain access to t
