Tai stood in silence, watching me decide.
I stepped out of my heels and slung the straps around one wrist. ‘You going to run in those?’
Tai grinned, and kicked off her borrowed shoes. ‘Race you,’ she said. ‘Loser has to fight in this shit.’ She waved her four-inch, spike-heeled shoes at me.
‘Challenge accepted,’ I said, took a deep breath, and ran.
Selkie’s Pearls. The name shone down upon me from its position of honour over the door of the new club, lit up in ocean-blue. Seeing it there stopped me cold. I did not want to know what awaited us inside.
We’d run part of the way, then found a taxi to bring us almost to the doorstep. Now we stood, Tai and I, side by side, taking stock of the challenge.
The club looked innocuous enough. If it used to be a dive, it wasn’t now, though it pre
