Olivia had come to this dark little alley more than once, but her mood now was completely different from the last time—complicated, tangled with meanings.
She hesitated at the door for a long time, and after a prolonged battle with herself, Olivia still forced her legs to move, knocked lightly, and stepped into the darkness.
A dense reek of alcohol rushed to meet her. It felt like all‑night parties were held here on a regular basis, the liquor soaked so deep into the wood it couldn't be scrubbed out. Inside it was unnaturally quiet, as if the place had already closed down, empty of people.
Olivia stood in the Undying Club, scanning the surroundings with guarded eyes, nerves strung tight. Her fingers slid silently into the shadows and closed around the Dagger Serey had given her.
Serey was a coward, but she was different. She absolutely refused to be as spineless as him.
So Olivia had come, gaze unwavering, radiating murderous intent.
