Chapter Eight
I step out of the cab, blinking at the bright lights shining from the Den’s windows. Pavement pulses with a life of its own, the music from inside its heart. I paid the driver twenty bucks extra to wait while I ran inside Daddy’s apartment, but it was empty. Not a surprise considering he isn’t answering his cell. My stomach still sinks to the bottom of my feet, my whole body jittery and hot.
I’ve been this way since I found Avery gone, half-wondering if I’ll wake up.
If all of this is just a dream.
The Den is a private club for the rich and dangerous men of Tanglewood. I’ve seen the place dark, almost abandoned, with Damon in a half-buttoned shirt and no shoes. And I’ve seen the place glittering like an underground casino prepared for the biggest game of the city.
But I’
