Sable
I entered the club, even though Brant had already told us he wouldn’t be here. Still, I was anxious—desperate, even—to find him. There was this gnawing urge in my chest, like if I didn’t find him soon, I might die. My lungs felt tight, as if something invisible were slowly squeezing them. It wouldn’t let me rest.
Yeah, I know—it’s weird. Even for me. It sounds insane.
But here I was, walking straight into the lion’s den. And I didn’t care.
This was Brant’s escape.
I made my way straight to the bar and knocked firmly on the counter. The server who turned around was tall and built like a wall — broad-shouldered, with burnished bronze skin and dark markings across his face.
“Hey... I’m looking for Brant or Leslie,” I said, letting my eyes glow—just enough to show him I was a wer
