PENNY POV
Marcellus’ study was above the bar.
Apparently dark warlocks enjoyed being dramatic about architecture too.
We climbed a narrow staircase behind the main room, past black walls, red light, and old framed photographs that moved when you weren’t looking directly at them. The music downstairs had not started again. Nobody had dared. The entire club was under some kind of spell, still packed with rogues scared shitless by mom and humans and things I did not have names for, all waiting to hear whether our family was going to leave peacefully or bring the ceiling down on everybody’s head.
Personally, I was not optimistic. When he’d told us he needed my blood to find Perse… My family didn’t take it too well.
Snarling and threats and a couple of bulb explosions later, here we were.
