SLOANE
The music seemed to lower suddenly, or maybe it was just that everyone nearby had stopped moving. All eyes turned to watch us, watch Vera standing there with her chest heaving, watch the man she'd thrown now struggling to get up from the wreckage of the collapsed table.
But it was her eyes that made my blood run cold.
They were glowing. Bright amber gold cutting through the darkness of the club like headlights. Her fingers were extended at her sides, claws instead of painted nails, sharp enough to tear through flesh like paper. Her lips were pulled back slightly, revealing canines that were definitely not human.
Everyone could see it.
I rushed to her immediately, grabbing her arm hard enough to feel those claws dig slightly into my palm. I leaned in close, my lips almost touchi
