Witch Gone Viral: A New Adult Urban Fantasy (Red Witch Chronicles 3) by Sami Valentine

Author:Sami Valentine [Valentine, Sami]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocketmaus Publishing
Published: 2020-03-19T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

January 26th, Before Midnight, The Fine Line, Koreatown, Los Angeles, California

Tugging up the borrowed pleather bodice, Red tried not to feel naked as she moved through the gyrating crowd in the red strobe lights. The cropped black corset top, tight on her healed ribs, pushed too much up in the chest. It wasn’t a sense of modesty unsettling her. It was not having a hunting kit with her—the boxy brown leather satchel bumping comfortingly against her hip or the smaller one belted to her thigh. She didn’t even have a stake strapped to her. Not in deep cover with the unsouled set. It wasn’t like going under with Vic or another hunter.

Kristoff had claimed her.

This wasn’t a training simulation.

Located beneath a dingy parking garage in Koreatown, the Fine Line catered to the beautiful, the damned and the undead. The scanners at the hidden door to the underground club detected both metal and wood. The guards confiscated one woman’s wooden hair sticks. Kristoff had breezed them through security after a handshake from the guard, but they still had to go through them.

Mentally, she forced herself to admit he had been right. She couldn’t smuggle a stake into the vampire nightclub. But after they had spent the car ride bickering about it, she wouldn’t say it out loud.

He put his arm around her, whispering into her ear. He had changed from his hunter outfit into another dark suit, designer armor back in place. Yet his calloused touch told a different story of a previous life hardened through labor. “You look beautiful.”

“I look like I’m about to flash everyone in this borrowed top.” Red glanced at his fingers running down her bare upper arm. The strange euphoria from his blood had worn off, but her skin began to tingle again. Red bit her lip. This wasn’t the place for an acid-style flashback.

Cavernous, packed, and lit like a photographer’s dark room, the Fine Line stretched into the gloom. Demon shadows, swift and unfettered by the Dark Veil, danced on the curved walls. Techno violins echoed from the speakers. A bat darted to a platform hanging from the ceiling. The creature transformed into a pink-haired black man. Walking on the ceiling, two vampires dropped down to join him. Wallcrawlers.

Red pressed herself closer to Kristoff instinctively. She tried to pull back when she caught herself.

Tightening his arm around her, he brushed hair off her neck to reveal his mark. “You’re safe. You’re with me.”

“This is some club.” Red tried to keep her heartbeat even. Vampires, even in neutral sanctuaries, dialed back their abilities. Besides a fight, she had never seen them relaxed enough to move so quickly.

She wasn’t the only human. Other faces flush with life peeked from the dance floor. Their limbs too slow to keep up with the vampiric spectacle. The claimed humans were a blended crowd. Red had expected more stereotypical bleeders. Only one woman in black leather and platform boots walked on a leash behind a pale shirtless vampire.

Performing a joking

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