17. Killian...
Katarina.
"Here again" I say softly, walking next to Killian, following the same hostess as the other day.
He presses his hand on my lower back, trying to comfort me.
The first time we were saved by explosives, what will it be this time?
Even though it's only been a week since almost half of this place was burned down, the club is intact. There are fewer people than before, I discover, but even so Scarlatta is still a profitable club. Today, along with the erotic dancers, there are also very naked men dancing sensually with them.
My feet stop and I freeze, looking a little captivated at a couple dancing together. There is something about their movements that enchants me. They are not vulgar or s****l, they are aesthetic, moving with a grace and elegance that keeps me
