With our impeccable speed we arrive at Superno in record time, landing in a parking lot behind the building so we don’t attract too much attention on the side street. We shift back to our human forms and walk to the front of the building. As soon as the bouncer at the door takes a good look at his, his eyes zeroing in on ours, he immediately lifts the blue velvet rope and lets us pass, bowing his head respectfully as we enter. I admit I’ve kind of missed that.
We enter to the sounds of music pumping, to the point I can feel it in my chest. We push through the throngs of people – supernaturals from every walk of life – and make our way over to the bar, the icy blue and red neon lights of the club contrasting making me unsure whether I should feel warm or cold.
Aya leans across the bar to
