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Chapter 8 “Oh, my god.” It seemed like a pretty bland statement to express what she was seeing, but Delmarre couldn’t come up with anything else. Her mind felt as if it were being assaulted with an entirely new world, her senses overwhelmed by the inundation of new things that weren’t supposed to be possible. She thought briefly about turning around and sneaking back out the way she had come, but she knew she wasn’t going to do that. For starters, she had a feeling she had already been noticed by at least a few of The Blood’s patrons. That would make slinking off and then back into the back rooms to make her escape close to impossible. Unless she was very lucky, she would be followed. It seemed like the kind of place where people might want to keep an eye on any newcomers which was exa