THERE WAS A LONG LINE waiting to get into Club Nightshade the next evening. We stood in the back of the line, and within seconds, were ushered past the others waiting to get in.
“Obviously they’re expecting us,” I said as we entered the loud club.
Duncan said something.
“What?!” I hollered over the loud pounding of the music.
“Place hasn’t changed!”
I had to agree there. Not only was it overcrowded, but it seemed like everyone was on Ecstasy or something. The entire place reeked of sin and debauchery.
We walked through a swarm of undulating bodies towards the stairs and I tried ignoring the sweet smell of salty mortal flesh. Although the idea of putting my mouth on a stranger’s skin didn’t sound very appealing, my stomach began to growl.
“The V.I.P. lounge is upstairs,” said Duncan.
