We arrived at a narrow storefront sandwiched between a closed tailor shop and an electronics store. No windows. No name. Just a black door and a line of people waiting outside.
Zane pulled to the curb and killed the engine. I looked at the building. Looked at the line. Looked at him.
He reached into the center console and pulled out a mask. Black lace. Delicate.
He turned to me.
"Come here."
I leaned toward him. His fingers slid the mask into place. His gaze dropped to my mouth, lingered there, his eyes darkening and then he was out of the car.
He opened my door. I stepped out, the night air biting at my bare skin beneath the coat.
His hand settled on the small of my back and we walked toward the entrance. Past the line. Every person in it watched us pass. The bouncer saw Zane an
