Vampire Debt - Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #2) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,86
should drag Tommy out this weekend after our spa date and get some serious dancing in.
Crap! I had to leave in ten minutes.
I thumbed through my nightclubbing section. This was a night for something different. Something my grandmother wouldn’t have let me off the estate in.
Something that, most of the time, I was hesitant to wear.
Something like… this. The tight skirt was shiny silver, as was the sloped panel across the breasts. Fine black mesh connected two panels and formed thick shoulder straps. The back was fine mesh, aside from the skirt that would theoretically cover my butt. Tommy had rated the dress ten out of ten swanky-skanky when I’d bought it.
Yanking out my most lethal black heels, I swiped a small white clutch, shoving in a few cards and my phone.
I hoofed it down the hall like a baby giraffe, hollering for Laurel.
She met me at the bottom of the stairs. “Going to a nightclub?”
“Yep, Gingers? How many need to come?”
Her expression smoothed. “Most.”
“Okay, do you all need a minute to change because only Jessica Alba can wear black leather?”
I would convince them to change their ways.
Laurel didn’t laugh. “For Gingers, we’ll fit right in.”
“What kind of place is this?”
“An establishment owned by Clan Fyrlia.”
Fuck. “Oh.”
Laurel eyed me. “I thought it an unusual choice. It’s a Vissimo club.”
An unusual choice? Loz was the queen of downplaying shit. I hadn’t known vampire clubs were a thing. If Fyrlia owned it, I could expect most of the Vissimo there to be from their clan.
Dammit, Gina.
Laurel ventured closer, lowering her voice. “This is something Kyros will need to know. It will get back to him.”
When it came to meeting with Clan Fyrlia, I’d rather keep it in the open. I had a legitimate reason for being there—this time. King Julius would 100 percent have a problem with the meeting though. “Do what you gotta do. I’ll need at least ten minutes to speak with her. If you think he’ll come charging down, then please time it right.”
“He’ll charge, Basi. I guarantee you. If there is any way to change the location of the meeting, I’d highly recommend it.”
It was already 10:00 p.m. I pursed my lips. “No, it’s too late now. But thank you for the advice.”
Kyros charging was exactly what I was going for. He just needed to enter that possessive state of mind when he was powerless to resist the call of our blood bond. Me walking into the den of his enemies might achieve two things tonight.
Three SUVs left ahead of us to enter Gingers and scout. It was 10:25 p.m. by the time they’d given me the all-clear. In the midst of my crew, I was led to the front of the queue for the nightclub. The bouncer didn’t hesitate to let us in. A quick glimpse confirmed he was Vissimo.
He smirked at me.
Whatever.
A steady bass took hold of me as I entered the club. Strobe lights flashed over my body, catching on the silver panels of my not-so-classy ensemble.
A Vissimo with an earpiece approached and ushered us to the VIP section. He frowned at my crew but didn’t otherwise make a comment on my throng of bodyguards. This place was just a normal nightclub with a 100 percent vampire clientele. And they weren’t muting one bit. Even with my muted guards as a buffer, my legs shook.
Next time, I’d meet Gina for brunch.
I gasped as white-hot rage slammed into me, staggering from the force of it.
The rage wasn’t mine.
Laurel leaned down to put her lips close to my ear. “I’ve alerted Kyros. He’s running here. At worst, you have twelve minutes from now.”
No kidding.
Shit, he was not happy.
Doing my best to force his emotions away. I followed the male up to a room on the second floor with wrap-around windows on all sides. The sounds from the club cut off entirely as the door was shut behind us.
My crew fanned out to partner with the Fyrlia Indebted stationed around the room. Only Laurel walked with me to the eldest princess.
Gina sat behind a coffee table, draped on a red leather couch. The devil was her concubine. I’d said it once, I’d say it a million times.
Her dress was gold and glittery, and she’d paired it with white heels that I also owned.
“Gina, you picked a great meeting place,” I said sarcastically.
“This room is private,” she said, no flicker of apology on her face. “Sit down, Miss Le Spyre. I understand you have a question for me, and