Chapter Nineteen
LILLIAN
Lillian van Buren’s eyes traveled up the north façade of the square, blocky bar before her. At three stories tall, it would have otherwise been completely unremarkable if not for the line of five shiny motorbikes parked outside. She knew nothing about motorbikes, and so in her head she thought of them as the Harley-kind, rather than the racing-kind or moped-kind.
It was funny, she thought, in a distant way. They had just been at a club, and now they were at a bar. It was if she and Isaac were traveling down mirrored paths.
“This is where the person my father said you know is? That Viktor guy?”
“Yup.”
She bunched up her face. “This isn’t the Cabal, is it? Because if it is, it’s very unimpressive.”
Isaac grinned. “The Cabal is…” he paused for dramatic effect,
