“We need to ask you and your friend to leave,” the unfamiliar one said. Standing behind the bouncer, Radek shot Mikelos a helpless look.
“I’m sorry, were we dancing inappropriately?” He directed his question to Radek. Not much was too inappropriate at this club, and that was part of the appeal.
The other bouncer answered in Radek’s place. “New company policy.”
Next to Mikelos, the girl heaved an aggravated sigh. “You have got to be kidding me. Here, too?”
She was right. Fabbri’s prejudice was spreading. This was ridiculous. Mikelos hated to play this card, but— “You do know who I am, right?”
“You’re not human, and that’s all we need to know.”
“I’m sorry, Mikelos, Syri,” Radek said, “but there’s nothing I can do. You need to leave.”
“Well, shall we?” Mikelos offered his elbow to Syri
