ALLISON.
He examined it closely before nodding. “You’re good. Welcome to Aurora Sparks.”
I stepped past them, entering the underground club. The atmosphere was electric; pulsing music reverberated through the air, mixed with laughter and chatter. Colorful lights flickered, casting shadows over a crowd of werewolves, vampires, ghouls, witches, and other Outworlders. It was the complete opposite of the tranquility that welcomed me at the entrance of the antique bookstore. Welcome to Aurora Sparks, indeed. This club has been around for decades. It was one of the few remaining establishments in the entire country where the Outworlders were allowed to be themselves—utter freaks. Our kind has struggled to blend into human society for centuries, that’s why having a place like this felt like a t
