Despite Pigalle’s longstanding tradition of catering to all kinds of carnal pleasures, there was only one club in the quartier that fulfilled more than just human desires.
And that darling was mine.
With an exhale, I let the final remnants of what would mark me as other go, then tapped out the access code on the sleek panel with a manicured carmine-red nail. The green light blinked, and I strode onto the decadent main floor, no more than Perine Beaumont—owner, entertainer. Loved by those who cherished carnal pleasure. And a thorn in the side of those who thought them vile.
As always, Succ’s trademark burgundy-and-black interior was filled with patrons boasting varying levels of sexual tension. The delicious anticipation made it easy to point out the ones who intended to retire to the private rooms, but even among the individuals who merely popped in for the atmosphere, show, and drinks, the undercurrent of desire persisted.
Machines beeped away in their gleeful rhythm as I ran on the treadmill, wishing with every step that the screech marking the end of the test would sound through the sweat- and disinfectant-filled space.
It wasn’t that I minded the additional exercise. Far from it. The burn in my muscles was always a gratifying sensation.
But after doing the same damn thing for nearly three months, it was getting kind of tiresome.
“Five more minutes, Lotte,” Agnieszka said from behind her station.
I let out an obligatory groan, but the petite brunette didn’t react. She kept staring intently at the monitors, a travel mug filled with blood that prickled my nose in one hand, a pen with Interspecies Crimes and Relations Agency spelled out on the side in the other. She marked something down on her trusty pad, although for the life of me, I couldn’t imagine just what it could have been aside from SAME.
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There are no cars in the Shadow World. No gentle hum of traffic to lull a person to sleep.
The wake-up calls, on the other hand, apparently didn’t discriminate between the mortal and the demonic realm. Lucky me.
My eyes snapped open at the unmistakable dull thunk of a knife embedding itself in my bedpost. I glanced at the silver gleam of the dagger a mere two inches from my head.
A damn fine way to rouse a person and keep them from snoozing all at once.
“Do you plan on throwing yourself off the sill, darling?” I drawled into the inky night the sickly yellow light of the lampposts barely touched. “Or will you get your ass inside already? It’s fucking drafty.”
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