Chapter 8
8 “So this is what a Fae brothel looks like,” Alice said, c*****g her head. They’d just stepped into one of the most decadently decorated rooms Alice had ever seen, all red damask curtains and shining dark wood and bits of gold glinting here and there. There were subtle electric lights, to be sure, but most of the room was lit by shining candelabras. With sumptuous carpet underfoot and two butlers checking coats and membership cards at the door, it was all a bit overdone. And that was coming from Alice, who’d lived through the gilded hedonism of ancient Rome, for chrissake. “Thank you for patronage,” one of the butlers murmured, handing back the silver metal membership card that Echo had produced to gain their entry. Rhys took Echo’s arm and steered her onward, and Alice smiled when Aer
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