The heavy steel door closed shut, sealing away the noise of the city and the memory of the silver car . Lucy followed Jonathan down a dark narrow stairs. With every step, the air grew warmer and heavier, thick with the scent of wine and tobacco. As she walked with him, she tried to hide how scared she was.
At the bottom of the stairs, the room opened up into a sea of dark velvet and flickering candlelight. It looked very different from the club Zoe had dragged her to once for a friend’s birthday party. There were no neon signs or crowded bars where people shouted to be heard. Instead, low-slung booths lined the exposed brick walls, and small round tables were tucked into corners.
The music was slow, on the small wooden dance floor, couples moved in the dim blue light. They swayed togeth
