Lyra POV
I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
The pulsing bass of the underground club vibrated through my chest as Angela and I stepped inside. The air was thick with cigarette smoke, cheap perfume, and the unmistakable scent of danger. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting shadows on people who looked like they belonged in a crime thriller.
I glanced at Angela, who was walking confidently ahead, her sharp heels clicking against the grimy floor. She looked completely in her element, her chin lifted, her eyes scanning the room like she owned the place.
“This is insane,” I muttered under my breath.
Angela smirked, barely glancing at me. “Welcome to my world, little sister. Keep your head down, don’t make eye contact, and for God’s sake, don’t talk unless I tell you to.”
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