Lina's POV
Someone had clearly called ahead, because the moment we arrived, a server was waiting to escort us inside.
They led us straight past the main floors, past the VIP lounges, all the way to the top level.
Every step made my instincts scream louder.
"Chloe, I really think—"
"There!" She pointed ahead at a private suite door.
I knew this level. Everyone in werewolf social circles knew about this level.
The top floor of Ethan's club had three massive penthouse suites—personal crash pads for Ethan, Taylor, and Adrian.
The remaining private rooms were invitation-only, accessible only with their explicit permission.
James shouldn't be up here. *Couldn't* be up here, not without one of them personally authorizing it.
We'd been set up.
I turned to run—lit
